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mrsevans90 · 5 months

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 4

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Word Count: 4,633

Warnings: Pure SMUT. Literally, its porn with a plot. Protected P in V, oral sex (both male and female), fingering, squirting, cum swallowing, hickeys, tit worship, major size kink (he's just so big in all aspects that I can't help myself!), Naughty words,

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own.

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 3

Every bit of blood in my body rushed straight to my dick. Here we are sitting in the parking lot of the family owned Italian restaurant in town and I am so achingly hard I could barely breathe. I turn to Emma, grab the back of her neck and smash our lips together in a zealous and indecent kiss. Her hand rests on my thigh so she can pull herself closer and deepen the kiss. Our tongues caress and massage each other sensually disregarding the fact that we are in a public space. We swap dirty kisses across the truck console for a minute or two before pulling back.

“Shit, sugar. You can’t say things like that outside of the house where I can do somethin’ about it. I feel like a teenager trying to hide my hard-on.” Emma giggles knowing exactly how much of a tease she’s being as she reaches over and presses her hand against the bulge in my jeans. I grunt and wrap my hand around her much smaller one on top of my erection. I’ve gotta get her alone even if it’s just to keep kissin’ on her.

“Would you be opposed to coming back to mine for a little bit? I’ve got Mills in a crate and even though he hasn’t had any accidents yet, I don’t want to push my luck so early on.”

“Absolutely.” She says and I lean forward to peck her lips again.

I put my arm out behind her headrest so I can back up the truck and feel her instinctively lean closer towards me. Her teeth graze over her kiss swollen bottom lip and I almost growl.

I somehow make it home safely and park in my driveway in record time. I hop out and lock the truck so she can’t get out while I run around and open the door for her. She shakes her head while smiling and takes my hand to jump down. I intertwine our fingers as I walk to the front door. I need to get my garage all cleaned out from excess building materials so I can park inside the next time I bring her here in case it’s raining or too hot, I think to myself.

I let her inside the house and head toward Mills’ crate so that I can let him and Aika outside. Aika slowly and methodically stretches with a gentle tail wag as she greets us whereas Mills’ tail is wagging so hard he’s about to fall over as Emma crouches down to see him. The sexual tension between us is not as heavy as it was in my truck, but it’s definitely still there.

“Hi baby. I missed you too! Let’s go outside to potty! I don’t need you having an accident on the floor. Come on cutie pie.” She says to Mills before reaching out to Aika, cooing at her and giving her some head scratches. We follow the dogs outside so I can make sure Mills doesn’t run off and I reach over and pull Emma into my arms. I slowly stroke up and down her back as she wraps her arms around my neck and bashfully smiles.

“No pressure, remember? I can take you home any time just say the word.”

“I know Austin.” She says quietly before reaching on her tiptoes to kiss me. It’s a simple kiss that doesn’t hold even a quarter of the lust that our car kisses held. It’s more intentional, it’s trusting. As if I didn’t feel the emotions that she put into the kiss, she spoke them aloud. “Even though I just met you, I trust you more than I probably should.” I kiss her once more before responding.

“I trust you too.” She smiles at me as I stare into her ocean eyes. She runs her soft fingertips through my course beard as we kiss again.

A few minutes later, I whistle and the dogs head right back to the door. I’ll have to take them on a hike tomorrow to let them exercise but tonight I had other plans. Mills is chomping at the bits to get out some energy but he’ll be alright for tonight.

We got back inside and I directed the dogs to their beds. Mills was still learning but catching on to my different commands pretty quickly so he only needed a few redirections.

I looked at Emma and wrapped her into my arms as I pressed her body against mine. “Couch?” I asked while motioning with my head to the old leather couch in the living room and she shook her head no.

“Bed.” She whispered with a look like she was undressing me with her eyes. I grabbed her hand and started leading her to the staircase before I dipped down and picked her up over my shoulder. She squealed and smacked my butt and I playfully smacked hers in return as I hauled her up the stairs. After I opened my bedroom door, I slid her body down my front feeling her curves and breath against my neck. Once she was on her feet, she swallowed loudly before she ran her hands under the edge of my t-shirt. I leaned down to start kissing her while holding her jaw as her hands became braver and she let her fingers explore further up my torso. Her nails began lightly scratching across my abdomen under my shirt when I felt her smirk into our kiss.

“Finally gettin’ those belly scratches.” She joked and I grinned back at her. I reached down and grabbed her ass cheek in her shorts and replied, “I’m about to start drooling just like Aika.”

I pressed her tightly against my body before reaching behind my neck and pulling my shirt off and throwing it in the floor.

“Mmm..you’re so sexy, Austin.” She whispered as her hands roamed over my pecs and abs and I smiled widely. Before I could reply, she stepped back and pulled her top over her head and I saw a little belly button piercing that I didn’t know she had which made me lose my train of thought.

“Fuck me” I grunted under my hand as I ran my hand across my beard looking at her in her strapless black lacy bra. I reached to run my thumb across her belly piercing and she ran her arms up and down my biceps.

“I like this very much.” I told her gruffly.

She smirked, “College cheer squad all got them done together my freshman year. My dad almost had a stroke when he found out 3 months after I got it.” I grinned at her confession.

“Mmm.. you’re so beautiful.” I told her as I lightly kissed her neck. She gasped softly as my beard scraped the delicate skin below her ear. I felt her hands start opening my belt and shorts and I helped her slide them down my thighs so I was just in my black boxer briefs. I’m sure she could see everything I was packin' as my cock strained against the fabric. I reached down and unbuttoned her white shorts and she shimmied out of them before reaching up to kiss me again. I loved feeling her soft skin against my chest but if possible I got even harder as she stepped back, reached behind her and unclasped her bra before tossing it on the floor beside her. She stood there and self-consciously played with hands for a moment while letting me soak in the view.

“Goddamn, sugar. You’re the most exquisite woman I’ve ever seen.” I grumbled. I’ve always been a tits man and I’ve just been presented with the most beautiful pair I’ve ever gazed upon. Her perfectly round swells looked like they would fit flawlessly in my palms. The smooth skin decorated with pale pink nipples that strained and peaked from either her arousal or the coolness of the air. Her hair fell in soft waves around them as she watched me eye fuck her form. I bit my lip and with a grunt grabbed her hip bones and pushed her warm breasts against my chest. I groaned at the feel of her against me in nothing but a lacy black thong.

“You feel so good against me.” I murmured against her neck before catching her lips again with a sensual kiss. As we kissed, I walked her backwards to my bed and laid her down on her back. I ran my hand along her side before I reached and cupped her breast in my hand and groaned in approval. I began kissing and sucking down her neck until my mouth made it to her breast where I sucked Emma’s tit into my mouth. It didn’t escape my attention that she clamped her legs together in an attempt to create some friction, but I didn’t want to skip steps and rush through this. You can never redo your first time with a new partner and I didn’t want to be hasty. She deserved to have her body worshipped and I had every intention to do so. After paying sufficient attention to her right breast, I switched to the left that I had been massaging with my hand.

“Please, baby. Do something.” She whined as I continued focusing on her chest.

“Uh uh, let me take my time with you. I want to worship every bit of you tonight, sweetheart. You deserve for me to take my time.” I replied as I kissed, suckled, and tweaked her nipple before sucking a hickey into the top of her breast. She gasped and arched her back essentially pushing herself further into me. Once I was satisfied with the love bite, I decided the other one needed one as well. I sucked hickeys on her chest and stomach before making my way to the waistband of her panties. After I kissed each hip bone, I looked up at her asking for permission.

“Can I take these off, sugar?”

“Yes.” She whispered and lifted her hips for me to pull them down. I was greeted with the world’s most perfect pussy right in front of me. She instinctively pulled her legs back together and although I wanted to rip them apart to get a taste, I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

“Darlin’, please let me taste ya?” I asked while rubbing her thighs gently.

“You don’t have to do that, Austin. I know men don’t like it.”

“Men don’t like it? I don’t know what little boys you’ve been fucking with but eating an impeccable little peach like this is my idea of paradise. I want to, if you’ll let me. You smell amazing.” She blushed bright red and nodded.

“Words, darlin’. I want there to be no question that I have your consent.”

“Yes, Austin. You can taste me if you really want too.” She whispered and I grabbed her thigh and began leaving a gentle trail of kisses along it while massaging her other leg. When I got to her core, I placed a closed mouth kiss on top of her mound before peppering kisses along her other leg. I spread her legs open and damn, what a sight. She was clean shaven so I could see that her petals were glistening with her sweet arousal. I inhaled deeply and she squirmed as I placed a hot, wet kiss directly to her clit.

“Shit! Oh my god!” She said as her arms flailed out beside her and fisted the comforter.

“Just relax, sugar, and let Sy take care of you.” I licked down to her opening and back up to her clit with my tongue flattened wide. I lapped at her sweet essence greedily before sliding my middle finger into her tight channel.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good Austin…Don’t.. don’t stop Sy.”

“You taste divine, angel. Never tasted anything as good as you. So sweet.” I murmured against her heat and the vibrations of my voice stimulated her clit. I quickly slid my ring finger inside her along with my middle finger and curved them upwards as I felt around for her g-spot. I knew I found it when I heard her whine.

“Ahhh, right there baby. Right there!” I fight to refrain from humping my erection against the bed like a horny dog to relieve some pressure. Hearing her moans and watching her squirm while tasting her on my tongue is the most erotic thing but I need to focus.

“Mmm is that your sweet spot, babygirl? Did I find the spot that makes you extra tingly?” I grunt against her clitoris.

“Yes! Oh god, I think I’m going to cum. It feels different but so good. Please don’t stop!”

“I ain’t stoppin’ sugar. Not until you cum. Cum on my tongue, let me have it.” I say and moments later Emma’s entire body seizes up and her back arches. She moans so loudly I can barely keep from cumming in my boxers just at the sight and sound of her. I feel her hands reach down to my buzzcut as she tried to find something to hold onto and I made sure I had her hips pinned to the bed with my forearm. I continue lapping at her and am a little surprised when her juices splash against my face and chest. I double down and keep doing exactly what made her cum while swallowing up all of her arousal that I can. When she starts gently squirming away, I realize that she’s probably extra sensitive now so I gently kiss her thighs, hips, and belly. I place a kiss on her belly ring before I wipe my beard with my hand and slide up beside her. Emma’s arm is covering her face and her body is heaving as she catches her breath. She removes her arm from her face and I am greeted with her beautiful eyes staring up at me with exhaustion and possibly adulation.

“Holy shit. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.” She says and I chuckle before I lean down and kiss her lips.

“Yeah, never squirted before?” I ask smugly.

“I SQUIRTED?!” she yells with a look of terror and embarrassment.

“Sure did, sugar, and I drank every bit I could catch in my mouth. It was fucking glorious.” I wagged my eyebrows at her proudly.

“I’ve never.. I mean, I knew it felt different and I was really wet because it was so much more intense. I didn’t realize my body could even do that. Oh God, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t you dare be embarrassed. It’s my goal to make sure you have those type of orgasms as much as you possibly can. I almost came just from doing it to you.” I tell her truthfully.

I lean over and pull her into a filthy kiss. She reciprocates the kiss before pushing me on my back and kissing down my chest.

“Can I take these off?” She asks as her hand slides under the elastic waistband of my boxers.

“Sure can, angel.” I say as I help her pull my boxers off.

“Fuck, you’re huge. There’s no way that will fit without ripping me in half.” She says quietly while she wraps her little fist around my girth. Her thumb swipes across the bead of precum on the head and massages it down my shaft. It looks better than I imagined it would be having her hands on me. I know I’m likely a bit more well-endowed than most men, but I never get tired of hearing it. I grin at her with a wink.

“Nah, we can make it fit and take it slow and gentle if that’s what you want darlin’. I promise I won’t hurt you. We don’t have to do anything if you aren’t comfortable with it.”

“No, I want too! The men I’ve been with before are like pencils compared to you though.”

She startles as I laugh boisterously at her comparison.

“Well, I’m glad all of those pencil dicks are in the past sweetheart.”

“Me too.” She giggles before leaning forward to kiss me as her small, cold hands start pumping my rigid, heated cock. Her breasts brush against my chest hair and it feels indescribable.

Emma starts kissing down my neck and chest before she gently bites one of my nipples and I jolt from the unexpectedness. She glances at me and smirks with my nipple in between her teeth and her hand on my cock. It’s incredibly sexy seeing how confidently she is exploring my body.

“You little minx. You have no idea what you do to me, do ya?”

Emma sensually and slowly shakes her head no as she licks further down to my happy trail. She pecks all around my trimmed pubic hair before she starts to kitten lick my cock.

I’m torn between throwing my head back while screwing my eyes shut tightly to keep myself from blowing my load already, and watching every move she makes so I don’t miss anything. I take a deep breath before opening my eyes to look back down at her where she looks straight into my eyes and takes me into her mouth.

“Fuckkkk sugar.” I groan and her hand works the base of my cock and her hot, wet mouth sucks the rest of me. I push a strand of hair from her face as I watch her. She pulls back with a pop before she spits on the head of my cock. Her other hand begins to softly massage my balls. Jesus, this image is better than any porn that could ever exist. She uses her hand to lube up my dick before taking a deep breath and shoving her mouth as deeply onto my cock as she can. I feel her throat constrict as she slightly gags around me and her eyes tear up. I pull her hair out of her face as she goes down on me again and hold it like a ponytail. I start to squirm each time she takes me in the back of her throat. I look at her and see tears in her eyes. I help her pull back a bit and she pulls off all the way with a pop and takes a deep breath.

“Baby, don’t hurt yourself now.” I tell her gruffly as I wipe her tears.

“I want to make it good for you.” She responds.

“Sugar, anything you do is good for me. You have no idea how difficult it’s been since you kissed me in the car to keep from blowing my load. You are so unbelievably beautiful and sexy darlin’. I’m trying not to come in ten seconds like an inexperienced teenager.”

“Mmm, but I want to taste you. Cum for me, Austin. Don’t hold back.” Emma says sexily and I groan as her hand still lazily strokes me.

“Yeah? Well, I’ll give you anything you want. Just don’t hurt yourself.” I tell her and guide her back onto me. The foreplay early on has me antsy and everything she is doing is making me see stars. As she has essentially given me permission, I grunt as I’m seconds away from exploding. “I’m bout to..” I manage to grumble out before I moan loudly and cum in her mouth only after another minute of her sucking me. She swallows each spurt as it shoots out of me. My head tilts back as my orgasm washes over my body and Emma keeps working me through it. I still have my hand loosely in her hair as I help her off of me and kiss her desperately. She seems shocked that I’m kissing her after I just came in her mouth so I kiss her even more intensely. I can barely taste myself on her tongue and if anything, it turns me on more since she was willing to do that for me. I’m not a spring chicken like I was once, so I’ll need a minute or two if she’s wanting to continue to the main attraction. I don’t want her to feel pressured though so I just lay back and continue kissing her as our hands roam each other’s bodies. I grab a handful of her ass and she whines as she slowly starts rocking herself against me. I push my thigh between her legs and she keens as she involuntarily grinds against it. She’s wet and hot on my thigh and my cock is readying itself to go again. I pull her flush against my thigh and flex my leg muscle and she moans. “Your sweet little body feels perfect against me. That’s right, baby. Grind your sweet little cunt on my thigh. Does that feel good?” I utter against her neck. She exposes her neck to the side to give me more access.

“Mmm hmm..” She hums.

“Tell me what you want, sugar.” I tell her.

“You.”

“Be specific. What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me, Sy.”

“Yeah?”

She nods and I kiss her breathlessly. I turn to hover over her as I lay her on her back.

I reach over towards my nightstand and rummage through looking for a condom before I finally find one.

God, she looks ethereal laying under me. Her hair fanned out across the pillow, big blue doe eyes looking up at me above her. Her breasts rising and falling quickly as she breathes heavily from anticipation of what’s to come. Her sexy little smirk as she sees me taking in her beauty. I try to take a mental picture so that this image stays in my head forever. I watch her slide her delicate fingers slowly down her breasts and belly to her clit and gently circle it as she bites her bottom lip. Little minx knows exactly what she’s doing. I growl and rip the condom packet open with my teeth and pull the rubber out before tossing the foil package on the nightstand. I look down and Emma reaches forward to pump me a few times with her delicate little hands. I grunt and then slide the condom on before reaching down and making sure she’s still ready for me. I immediately slide two fingers in and she moans as I scissor my fingers to gently stretch her out. She’s still so wet and feels incredibly tight and warm.

“Austin, I need you. Now.” She moans as her hands grab onto my biceps.

I lean down and press a dirty, lustful kiss to her mouth before guiding myself to her entrance.

She moans with pleasure as I press the tip of my cock into her weeping hole and begin to slowly inch myself further into her heat.

“Fuck, Emma. You feel so good. So perfect.” I strain to say as I’m halfway inside her.

“Mmm. So big baby.” She replies.

“Am I hurting ya?” I ask just to be sure.

“No, keep going. Feels good. Just go slow and gentle.”

“Alright, just relax. Imma take good care of ya.” She is absurdly tight. I swear it’s like fucking a virgin and if she wasn’t wet there would be no way I could ease in without hurting her. She looked mighty fine being split open on my cock, though. I groan with pleasure when I finally sink all the way into her, my balls tight against her ass. I force myself to stay completely still to give her time to adjust to the intrusion. I lean down and kiss her.

“Jesus, you’re so big. M’all full.” She says breathlessly. I gently rub my hand across her belly where I can see the slight protrusion of my dick inside of her.

“Yeah, ya feel this?” I take her hand and press on her abdomen and she clenches. “That’s me sugar, all the way up here inside of ya.” She purposefully clenches down on me and I groan.

“Move, baby.” She commands and I don’t hesitate. Slowly I pull almost all of the way out of her before gently pushing back in. After a minute or so of gentle, methodical thrusts she wants more.

“Don’t hold back. Fuck me harder, Captain Syverson.” She breathes against my neck and my hips stutter for just a moment at my title before I excitedly pick up the pace. Her arms wrap around my neck as I piston in and out of her and her soft pants of pleasure are right in my ear. I’m going to cum before she does if she keeps that up. I quickly pull out of her and I see a brief moment of worry flash across her face before I flip her over and pull her perfect round ass in the air. I hadn’t given myself the opportunity to look at this sweet ass earlier so I admire it for a moment. I knead her cheeks before smacking the meat of her perky ass. I quickly reinsert myself into her warmth before running my calloused hand down her smooth back and grabbing her hair. I gently pull it towards me which causes Emma to arch her back in the sexiest way.

“Oh fuck yeah!" She cries and I grunt and set a methodical yet satisfying rhythm. I reach down and start rubbing her clit as she turns and looks at me over her shoulder.

“Like watching your Captain while he fucks you hard, Sugar?” I grunt with a smirk and she nods enthusiastically.

“Mmm taking Captain’s cock like a good girl. My good girl.” I rumble and she clamps down even tighter on me which makes me groan. I fuck her like this for a several minutes as she gets closer to her climax before I decide to turn her back over.

I toss her back onto the bed, throw her legs over my shoulders, and push back into her.

“I could feel you squeezing on my cock and I didn’t want to miss watching another orgasm wash across your beautiful face.” I tell her as I pound into her. I stick my thumb into her mouth and she instinctively sucks. I pull my thumb back out and reach down to rub gentle circles on her clit with it as I watch her breast jiggle with each thrust.

“Oh my god. You feel so good inside of me, Cap.” She moans. Her eyes glaze over as she bites her lip and grabs her breasts with her hands gently tweaking her nipples.

“Let go for me, sugar. You’re clenching on me so tight. I’m not far behind you.” I tell her between ragged breathes.

I force my eyes open to watch her as her orgasm course across her body. Her back arches and she lets out a sensual moan as her legs begin to twitch and shake against my shoulders. Her eyes roll back in her head and I watch the goosebumps form across her skin as her nipples are peaked and her chest is flushed. She’s so wet that I can hear the squelching as my balls smack against her ass and then my eyes slam shut when I’m thrust into my own euphoric climax. I slam into her three more times before stilling and filling the condom with my spend. I’m out of breath and covered in sweat as I lean over her but don’t put my weight on her petite body. Emma reaches up and gently scratches the back of my buzzcut as we catch our breaths. After a moment, I pull out of her, tie off the condom and toss it to the waste basket in my bedroom. I dump my body over to the side of her as my breathing regulates and I place my arm protectively across her waist.

Part 5

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deandoesthingstome · 1 year

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Walk with Me - Masterlist (Complete)

Y'all know my drill. I have a new series I can't wait to share with you and you just have to tell me if you want it!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Pairing: FBI Agent!Syverson x OFC, Drug Czar!August Walker x OFC

Series Summary: FBI Agent Dean Syverson is looking to take down one of the most notorious drug traffickers in Miami, August Walker. A stakeout leads to the revelation that Sy's long, lost high school girlfriend, the "one who got away" is now working for August. Can he get her out before it's too late?

A/N: I originally thought this would be DEA Agent!Syverson, but research pointed me in a different direction. Hope it doesn't disappoint.

Word Count: 33K

Series Warnings: Drug use, drug trafficking, smoking, alcohol, p in v sex in various positions (I can't name them all here; the whole thing's not written yet, but close!) threesome (MFF), light dom/sub behavior, past relationship pining, cheating (-ish?), world travel, special guests, and more! I'll try to update if anything comes up.

Playlist: As always

Taglist below the cut; if you are on it you will be tagged; please let me know if you want on/off and if you would like Everything or just this story:

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smolvenger · 4 months

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Time for Carrie's Birthday Celebration Starting 01/07 and going on until 01/12!

Helloooooo friends! My birthday is January 10th (turning 29), so I thought we could do a little thing! Let's do a *drumroll* BIRTHDAY CELERATION SLEEPOVERRRRR!

A fun little light hearted thing!

Tell me about or send me these emojis for...

something you’re looking forward to!! 👀

about what you’re reading/watching 📖

your pet(s) <3 🐶🐱🐰🐹

your go to shoes/jacket/accessories 👟

ANYTHING!! 🕸

songs (rn or all time) 🎵

comfort film, show, or read (+ favorite scene) 🧸

animal (+ when’s the last time you saw one) 🐢

bad joke or reference (+ if you say it often) 🙊

FMK! 🍑🔪make me pick and I'l do the same for you

would you rather?

never have i ever… 🖐

MASH 🏡

confessions: 💭

Or ship me with someone or a character (if it ever gets to our boy, Loki, pick a specific era) and I'll ship one with YOU

I am also opening BLURBS based on several of these blorbos so give me a character or person and I will write a blurb based off of Fanfic/Book Tropes!

Characters I am willing to write for:

Loki (ofc)

President Loki

Jonathan Pine

Robert Laing

James Conrad

Prince Hal/Henry V

Sir Thomas Sharpe

Caius Martius Coriolanus

William Buxton

Professor! Tom Hiddleston

So pick one and one of the following BookTok/Fanfic tropes:

"Who did this to you?"

"My wife"

"Touch her and you die"

AU: Modern, Tudor, Regency/Austen/Bridgerton, anything

Arranged Marriage

Enemies to Lovers

Friends to Lovers

He falls first

First Date

Proposal

Wedding

First Baby

Love Confession

Meet Cute

Forced Proximity

And There Was One Bed!

Grumpy x Sunshine

With any of these, if you want, you CAN request the blurb be on the spicy side and I will oblige, heheheh

I don't know what my birthday will bring and I don't want to feel lonely or the pain of not accomplishing enough and getting older so let's make this a fun one!

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Masterlist for my works can be found here.

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henrioo · 3 months

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Yes henri as a guy(Not cis) I totally agree. I barely see people writing abou male reader x character. Some don't wanna write for it. Because they say it is hard. But somehow it is easy to write for female. Just how? No jugdement to people that chosse not to write for male. Also tumblr sucks sometimes i see people getting hate on by anons. GET A LIFE. We need more anon like @sabo-has-my-heart has a anon called 🌸 anon that takes his time to send love to sabo has my heart. Why can't we have more people like 🌸 anon. Question what your least fav one piece ship and now the oppsite your fav one Piece ship?

~Your the best 💚💚☘🍀🌱🌲🌳🌴🌵🌿🍃🦚🐢.

-🌮 taco anon.

Like, there is no problem if you don't write for males, but why you can choose not to write for males but if I choose not to write for fem I'm literally burned like a witch???

Like, just write what you like, read what you like and dont be a jerk to no one

The only thing that really piss me off and I even already made a post talking about that, is when the writer say like "gn reader no pronouns" and then they put a fuck "baby girl" in the fic

Bro if you wanna use female pronouns and female descriptions, JUST SAY IS A FEM READER FOR GOD SAKEEES

Oh I already see this user sometimes but I don't follow her, actually, I stopped following a lot of people because most of them only write fem readers, and it's not anything against that but now I consume like, almost nothing of fem reader so I perfer not following

But I kinda agree, Sabo has my heart and I draw him these days and he is so ugly that I feel guilt for doing this to him HAHDHGAJAHAH

Sooooo, is kinda hard to say which which is my favorite because I have some traumas with couples in one piece

Is a long story but the thing is I can't think too much about couple now to be honest, only me and them ofc hehehe

My fucking last favorite and the Shipp I perfer die to see getting cannon (oda you have my life in your hands) is Sanji and Pudding

Nope, no one I'd NEVER convincing me that is a good shipp, n e v e r

And I have some faith in Oda that he also see that, so I not worry too much

My favorite would probably be something like

Maybe Zoro and Sanji, because it was one of my first couples I guess

But I also like a lot Marco and Ace and I also think is reaaally cute Ace and Sanji

I don't know if I have like a top 1 favorite shipp, not anymore I guess

OOOOOOH I LOVE GREEEEEN YOU SOOOO CUTE MY TACO ANOOOOON

#henri talk #taco anon

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Henry Cavill x OFC: Series List

Keys: ✽ - Complete, ✽✽ - Hiatus, ♥ - Mature, ✢ - Sensitive Content

Leverage: 1 2 3

Fangs Deep: I II III IV V VI VII ✽/♥

Love’s Secrets: 1 2 3 4 5 ✽/♥

Daddy Her: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17✽✽/♥

The Cloudless Sun: I II III IV✽✽

A Second Chance: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 ✽/♥

Love at First Sight: I II III

#Viking-Raider #Viking-Raider Fics #Viking-Raider-Library #Henry Cavill x OFC

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To Study (Insects) ︱ 6

Pairing: Clark Kent (MoS) x Original Female Character (Connie)

Warnings: Hints at Abusive Parent

Words: 4.6k~

A/N: This is the fifth edition of this chapter, and I spent all week working on it. God, I hope it's good.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

Link to Ao3

Tag List: @maan24

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Chapter 6: Faith

From the small apartment in Metropolis, Connie watched the skyline. Clouds had hovered near the tops of the tallest buildings, reflecting off the glass windows that covered each wall. Below, people pulled up their umbrellas, and rain began to pour.

Tapping a pencil on the desk, Connie blew a sigh of defeat. In front of her, a letter innocently lay, each word another punch to the gut.

“Did you get the job?” came from the bed behind her, where the oh-so casual Alexander rested on the bed.

His chocolate curls spilled onto her pillow, his shoes abandoned by the door.

She ran a hand through her messy curls, “Don’t you think I’d be happy if it said something good?”

“It can’t be that bad,” he scoffed, jumping off the bed to lean over her shoulder, and instantly regretted his words. “Ooo, nevermind. And it’s all… like this?”

“Yep.” She resisted the urge to crumple the paper in her hand. “A big fat rejection from this city's best museum. Isn’t this a great way to start another year?”

Alexander lightly nudged her, giving a playful frown. “C’mon, don’t be like that. I read through every line of your fantastic essay and the only thing I can say is that they’re wrong; end of story. You’re a graduate from the best school on this side of the continent, you did your research, and you deserve a position in their ranks.”

“Well, clearly they don’t agree with you. In fact, it’s the worst put together piece of dribble-”

Snatching it from the desk, Alexander folded the letter and slid it to safety in his back pocket.

“None of that, my friend. They live to put you down and I won’t stand for it. You’re better than they are, I assure you.”

“I don’t think your opinion of me can pay the bills, Alexander.” She waved a hand around the shabby apartment that cost an arm and a leg.

“I’m already behind, and I can’t ask Martha. As is, she can barely afford the mortgage on the farm. I needed this job.”

The pressure was building in her chest, creating an ache that was spreading to each limb, creating the feeling of a rope tightening around her neck.

I needed this job, I needed it so bad. It turned out that the yellow brick road stopped once you received your diploma, and you were left on a path of grey unknowns.

“You could always,” droned Alexander, “take my offer and work for me. We could always use more people over at LexCorp.”

This wasn’t the first time that she’d been offered this chance, but now, it seemed like there was no other way to go. Working under a friend would be strange, she thought, but the rejection letter’s words burned in her brain.

Before she could think about it anymore, Alexander was tugging her up and over to the door, saying “Come, let’s speak over lunch. Get all the fine details out of the way.”

He dragged her all the way down the crappy stairs that were covered in dust and cracks, shouldering open the brown wooden door, and outside.

Thankfully, the rain had let up, but they still chugged through the breezy temperature to one of their favorite lunch spots.

Well, it was his favorite spot, since the quiet atmosphere and intimate setting seemed to tickle his fancy. The pair were well known by the staff, and their orders were always the same.

Connie preferred the cheaper options, a sourdough fried chicken sandwich with slaw and no side, while Alexander preferred the nicoise salad with rosemary croutons and a side of grilled, herbed chicken.

When their server, Jessica, handed off their respective meals and lemon water, Alexander began to make his pitch; “So, at your starting point, which is fresh out of MU, you’d be making forty eight an hour, and that’s with benefits, such as dental and vision. I need you four days a week, and you get five days of paid vacation a month.”

Her jaw hit the floor; “What? W-Why… that’s insane.”

“No, it’s not. How else would we have the highest growth in technological advancement across the country if we didn’t take care of our staff?”

His fork pierced the leafy greens in the bright salad. “I don’t offer this to just anyone.”

She bit onto her sandwich, relishing in the juicy and crunchy bite of chicken. Swallowing, she pointed out that there were more qualified people just waiting to get the job he was offering.

“That is where you are wrong, because I read your paper, and frankly, it was news to my ears. You’re very good at what you do, Connie, let’s not deny that. And with the right staff and back up, maybe your own collection team, you could make a name for yourself.”

She gulped down another bite of succulent chicken, and took a sip of the citrus drink.

From across the table, she eyed her smiling friend, wondering what was going on in that head of his. This seemed too good to be true.

She leaned forward and squinted. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch.” His hands came up in a sign of good peace. “All I want is your best, and I have full faith in you.”

“But…” She leaned back in her chair, “Shouldn’t there be an interview or something? Like a real one, with a resume and all that?”

“Consider this one of two.” He scarfed down two more bites of fresh tuna and greens, occasionally biting at the chicken breast on the side. “I had a feeling this day would come, and there’s one small detail I haven’t told you yet.”

“Oh?”

“In case I ever wanted to hire someone of my own, they would have to meet my Father. He’s the head of the company, what he says goes, so I must abide. But, don’t fret. I’ve already arranged everything.”

Everything was happening too fast for Connie. “What’d you mean? What’d you do?”

He simply scarfed down the rest of his salad and chugged the lemon water, patting his face dry with a napkin.

“Tonight, you, me and my Father. I’ve arranged for a driver to pick you up at eight.” His card slid into the booklet with their check. “Wear something nice.”

When she went to take another bite of chicken, it was cold.

Luther Manor was, to put it plainly, extravagant.

No building in Kansas was as nice as this, nor had this many windows with a yard of luscious grass that spanned nearly a mile. It scared her to think of how much it cost to live in a place like this, or the amount of upkeep it required. Every tree that bordered the property was perfectly trimmed and a bright viridian green.

The car dropped her off at the front door, and the fine gravel felt rough underneath her aged flats. Each pebble dug into the soles of her feet as she walked, and her hands found themselves fisted in the soft material of her dress.

The dress had been a gift from Martha for her twentieth birthday, and at twenty four, it still fit great, hugging her in all the right ways.

Before she could even press against the dazzling doorbell, it swung inward, revealing a finely dressed Alexander.

Unsurprisingly, he wore a plain black tee with jeans, his hair hanging to his shoulders.

He had a preference for the casual look, but at least he hadn’t chosen sneakers.

His arms pulled her into a hug, “You look absolutely stunning. No, better than stunning. Absolutely magnificent.”

Her cheeks grew warm, “Thanks, and you… look like yourself.”

Chuckling at her jape, he took her arm, leading her into the living room.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he gestured to the wide, open space filled with things that seemed to be out of a fairy tale .

Dangling from the ceiling was a stunning chandelier, sparkling in the dimly lit room. Oblong paintings donned the walls, depicting strange and unusual sights from history.

Ranging from portraits of water lilies in a pond of blue, small angels shooting at unsuspecting folk, to a black winged creature standing above its foes.

It felt like walking through a personal museum, too afraid to touch but the desire still lingered. He narrated the different artifacts, pointing out his favorites and ones that deserved the garbage bin instead.

“That ones a fake,” he pointed to the wall at a gorgeous painting depicting four women strolling by the sea, pointing to the oceanside.

Her eyes stayed glued to it as they continued walking, “How can you tell?”

Instead of answering, he turned into another room, announcing it to be his office. Much like the living room, the ceiling stood nearly fifty feet tall, another chandelier dangling in the light.

More paintings, more stunning vase’s and other art that had her eyes open in wonder.

“But this is my favorite,” he said. He’d moved away to pour a drink, taking a sip while nodding to the painting above the small table, where, funny enough, each end of the table held a solid stone wolf’s head.

“It’s…” her head tilted on an angle. “Interesting.”

He barked out a laugh.

“It’s titled the ‘Fall of the Rebel Angels’. Fitting, don’t you think?” He sipped his scotch. “To see the ones above falling below, while the demons rise from the pits of hell to fight in an even battle. Good vs. Evil, God vs. Man.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s God vs. Satan, right?” She eyed the lower portion of the painting.

“It’s showing the devil coming from below, angels from above. I didn’t think men were a part of this.”

“Hm, I could see that. But are we not the ones scrambling to touch the stars? We’ve built machines to escape the hell in which we’ve created, attempting to find whatever is up there, waiting to be found. Are we not the demons below looking to escape our eternal damnation?”

“I don’t think men are evil. No one is born good or bad. It’s our choices that make us who we are.” She looked at him. “And some of us don’t dream of touching the stars.”

“And if we have no choice?”

“We always have a choice,” she insisted.

“In fact, the painting should be the opposite way. Down here, we’re the good ones, or at least we try to be. But who knows what’s up there.”

He hm’ed.

“You think we’re good and the gods are the evil ones?”

“I think that whoever created this painting didn’t have faith in man or the gods. It doesn’t matter who’s on either side if it always ends in a fight.”

He looked at her and his lips twitched, downing the last of the burning liquor. Men are evil, Connie, I thought you’d know that.

Dinner was an affair, to put it plainly.

Lionel Luther looked older than he had all those years ago at her college interview, but at least his eyes had shown a hint of recognition when she’d shaken his hand.

The rest of the night had gone by fairly well, simple questions here and there, comments on the bitter wine with saccharine undertones.

All had been going smoothly. At least until Connie had excused herself to use the restroom.

On her way back, she’d been admiring the stunning, intricate wallpaper, even going as far as to run her hands along the wall when she’d stopped right outside the dining room, seconds away from opening the door.

“...get back at me, Lex? Is this… pathetic…” Lionel’s voice had never sounded so slimy and sickly.

She jumped when another voice boomed, “It may surprise you to know that this has nothing to do with you.”

“...Doesn’t it? It’s my company…” she placed her ear against the door, “Stop being pathetic, boy.”

“I’m everything you’re not,” she’d never heard Alexander-Lex- sound so angry. “I’m twice the man-”

She leapt back with a hand over her mouth, the hard clap of flesh echoing through the air. It took a moment to register what had just transpired, and she tried to think that maybe it wasn’t true, but when the door opened and there stood Alexander, his cheek bright red and his eyes glassy, she felt her stomach drop.

Now, back in her shabby apartment with a job under her belt from a man who hurt her best friend, Connie curled up in her bed, wishing to shut out the rest of the world.

Did it make her a bad person to take a job when what was going on behind closed doors made you sick to your stomach?

“Am I a bad person?” she whispered into the room, hoping someone had an answer.

When only the wind outside came as a response, she opened the bedside drawer, pulling out a stack of papers that had seen better days.

Ends were torn and crinkled, stained and crumpled, but she wouldn’t throw them out for the world.

Her eyes glazed over the first sheet; I got into MU, Clark! You’d be amazed at the campus, it’s so big and everyone is so nice. I can’t wait for you to see it…

The next page was similar; I did great in my first semester, but it’s not the same with you gone. I have a friend, but he doesn’t know about you. I don’t know how to tell him about you, I’m scared he might get jealous. He doesn't have any other friends besides me…

I graduated!, the next one read, Martha came down and it was amazing. I wish you could’ve been there. There was a ceremony and everything, and I’m trying not to think about what comes next, because we were supposed to do it together, but you’re not here…

They all had the similar sadness of missing the one person who meant the world to you- you’re my world, Connie- and her chest grew tight with pain.

It was difficult to numb the pain of feeling alone, even when you had people beside you.

But when he closed her eyes and thought of his ocean eyes and innocent smile, being in his arms and being at peace, she felt herself succumb to sleep, hoping he was out there dreaming of her too.

If anyone had asked Connie what she’d be doing at thirty two years of age, she would’ve said something along the lines of simply being happy, seeing as that was the most important thing in life.

Enjoying what you were doing was more valuable than having money, fame or fortune, and she was lucky enough to say that she was indeed happy.

Working at LexCorp had been a dream come true; she’d brought their small entomology department up from the ground, going from collections to research, and now sat in the Administrative Department.

She had a team of people under her, and she thankfully lacked the superiority complex that most leaders had.

Alexander and her had remained good friends through the years, supporting one another when needed.

His hair stayed the same length, his likening of casual wear never faltered, and thankfully, she kept him humble.

And Lionel Luther kept a watchful eye over both of them, growing sicker every year.

It was a perfectly normal day, no different from any other.

They’d been graced with nice weather, the sun shining bright and warm over the occupants of Metropolis, and Connie was finally able to pull out her short sleeved shirts and dresses.

One of the largest changes in her life had been the salary from LexCorp; it allowed her to send Martha a check every month to help with the mortgage, and also covered the rent of a nicer apartment.

She still didn’t splurge on the diamond and nicoise salads like Alexander, but the new pricey flats in her closet would beg to differ.

“Alright, I’m shutting down for the day. I’ve already penciled in my time off and I’ll be back on Tuesday. You’re in charge the rest of the day, tomorrow and Monday. Try and at least get something in so it looks like you were doing work while I was gone.”

Amy, her co-worker of three years, scoffed in mock defense. “Me? Get nothing done? I’ll have you know I’ve never been behind in my life.”

“Pretty sure that last time I was out, you didn’t do anything.”

“That was because you left Jeremiah in charge, and he likes to party. I, on the other hand, know that I come here to work, and go to your place to party.”

Amy dodged a flying piece of trash.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. You’re the one with the espresso machine.”

“It was a gift,” defended Connie. “I couldn’t say no.”

“Uhm, you could’ve. Lex Luthor worships the ground you walk on. If you told him you wanted a chunk of the moon, he’d build a big claw to tear it off and bring it to your door.”

Everyone in the building knew that Lex followed after her like a puppy, but she only saw her friend of over ten years.

“We’ve been friends for years. If I had the money he did, I’d buy you two espresso machines.”

Connie began to pack up her things. “And he knows I’m not looking to date anyway.”

“Oh, he does?” Amy looked unconvinced. “Are you holding out for some imaginary guy to sweep you off your feet? If so, count me in.”

“Do you talk to all your superior’s this way, or am I just special?”

“No, I got fired for snapping at my manager at Starbucks.” Amy shrugged her shoulders. “Can’t win 'em all. So, is this the monthly visit to see your Mom? Or something else?”

Hefting her bag up, Connie grabbed her keys.

“Same as always. A weekend back at home always does some good for me. I get to eat homemade pies, support some local business, and really get back into my roots. Metropolis tends to take it out of me.”

Amy muttered something along the lines of “you got that right” and turned back to her monitor, waving Connie farewell.

On her way out of the glass office space, each employee wished her good tidings back home, and she smiled all the way.

Outside her branch, a friendly face appeared.

“Ah! Going away again, aren’t we? Back off to little ol’ Kansas?” Alexander leaned against the wall, arms crossed over one another.

“I can’t help but be hurt that you haven’t taken me with you. Parents love me.”

Not your own, she nearly replied, but knew better than to bring up the vile relationship him and his Father had.

“You’d hate it and you know it.” She heard him push away from the wall and start to follow.

“There’s barely any wifi, cows and corn on every corner, and the tv is older than both of us combined.”

He playfully nudged her shoulder, pressing the G on the elevator panel. “Well, the both of us will never know unless you bring me along.”

The ride down was filled with jabs back and forth, a wave to Helen at the front desk, and he pulled her into a hug at the front door.

“See you on Tuesday. Have fun.”

“Have fun yourself.” She pulled away and watched him push a stray piece of hair behind his ear. “This is the perfect time to visit that tea house that specializes in matcha that I refuse to take you to.”

“Oh, right, because you’re a heathen and dislike the most superior tea there is.”

She snorted, “Goodbye.”

His eyes followed her all the way out the door. His hands clenched at his sides, his mouth thinning into a harsh line.

The urge to run after the one good thing in his life vanished as quickly as it came, and with a tight smile, he bounded away to his office.

The ride home took three hours; much more time than a plane ride but less costly all together.

She’d invested in a car that ran without breaking down every few days, but didn’t cost an arm and a leg. It played music and had good satellite radio, and even AC.

It was a comfortable but long ride, and when she slowly pulled up to the farm, the same feeling of being young hit her. Even if this was routine, the memories never went away.

She parked in the dirt driveway behind the beat up red truck, stepped out and slammed the door shut, running up to the front door and meeting Martha in a warm hug.

“Oh, sweetheart, it feels like you never left.” Martha rubbed a hand along her back.

“I’ve told you time and time again, you don’t need to drag yourself all the way down here to see me.”

“Have you ever thought that maybe I just missed home?”

Connie stepped inside and took a deep breath, exhaling while spinning in a carefree circle. “It feels like home.”

“Good, honey.” Martha rubbed her hands together, smiling at the girl she had the pleasure of calling her daughter. “C’mon, let’s go out for a bit. You know I love to hear about city life.”

With a glint in her eye, Connie dangled her keys from a finger, “I’ll drive.”

They decided on iHop, seeing as it was one of the only brunch spots with reasonable prices, and every time they came, Connie got to say a fond hello to Pete Ross.

He’d sprouted from his short youth years, and still sported red hair, cut close to the scalp.

“Table for two.” Connie said, smiling at Pete, who beamed in return.

However, his eyes darted over her shoulder for a split second, and she resisted the urge to look out the glass door.

“Hiya Connie, Martha. Right this way.” Pete led them to a booth in the corner. “A server will be right with you.”

“Thanks, and I hope you’re doing well, Pete. It’s always nice to see a friendly face.” Pete stepped off to the side while a young server took their usual.

Once the server bounded off, Pete inched closer to their booth.

Once again, his eyes darted to the front door, and this time she asked, “Is everything alright? You look a little…”

Nervous, she noted.

There was a light sweat along his brow, and his hands were wringing each other in every way.

Everything about his body language said he was anxious about something, and when she asked him again if everything was alright, he gulped.

“There was a woman here, not fifteen minutes ago. She...uhm…”

Again, he wrung his hands. “She was asking about the bus crash. You know, from when we were kids.”

That had her sitting up straight, tremors trailing up and down her back. How could I not know? The water was rising too fast to forget.

“What did she want to know about it?” Connie licked her lips. “What’d you tell her?”

“Nothing, nothing. I just… I said what I remember. It all happened pretty fast, and it was a long time ago, but she wanted to know everything.”

He shut his eyes and tried to picture her.

“I didn’t get a name from her, but she had a badge, just like the one you have. Except hers said… I think it was the Daily Planet or something like that.”

The Daily Planet, located four blocks north from LexCorp, run by Perry White and home to the best and brightest journalists on this side of the world.

There were a few that had won prestigious prizes for their work, but honestly, some of their methods for work were over the top.

They used fake credentials, and lied to sneak into places they weren’t allowed.

But when Connie thought hard enough, there was one face she’d seen on the front page more than enough times to forget.

“What color was her hair?” Connie inquired, already standing back up and ushering the same to Martha.

“Red.”

“And why are you telling me this, Pete? That was years ago. It’s over.”

“Because,” Pete gulped. He turned to point at the wall where dozens of newspaper clippings were; ranging from local chili competitions to best corn in show. “She saw a picture of the both of you. I gave her directions to your farm-”

“Thanks, Pete,” she threw down a fifty and pulled Martha along, ignoring the pleas and questions as to what the hell was going on.

“What the hell is going on, Connie?” Martha huffed from the passenger seat, flinching when the car jerked out of the parking lot and zoomed down the road.

“I’ve heard of that reporter. Lois Lane, she works for Perry White. Award winning reporter, and if she’s here, asking about that bus crash, it can’t be good.”

“You don’t think…” It went unspoken but Connie nodded, keeping her eyes on the road.

“But why?”

“Why not?” Her grip grew tight on the steering wheel. “We always knew someday someone would try to dig up stuff on him. I just didn’t think it would be Lois Lane of all people. She goes for the throat, doesn’t back down. And there she is…”

In their driveway, a sliver Prius lay innocently parked behind the rusted truck, and Connie stepped out first.

A few feet away, the famous reporter herself, Lois Lane, walked her way.

There was a pretty smile on her face, her red locks hanging down past her shoulders, and true to Pete’s words, the Daily Planet badge hanging around her neck.

“Hi, I’m Lois Lane.”

Connie shook the offered hand, “Connie Mayfield. What brings you so far out of Metropolis, Lois?”

“I’m here to research a story that my editor won’t take, at least not until I have more evidence.”

From her purse, Lois pulled out newspaper clippings, online print outs and the like. “I just have a few questions.”

“Look, Lois. I’m here on vacation for the weekend, and I’d like to spend it with my mom and not a reporter trying to ask about the time my classmates and I nearly drowned.”

Kindly shouldering past her, Connie flinched when Lois called out, “But you didn’t, and a part of you knows that not that many people get the second chance at life you did.”

“Please,” Lois begged, stepping forward and gripping Connie’s limp hand. “Let me be the one to tell his story.”

Shaking her head, Connie pulled away, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“He saved me too,” continued Lois. “I have to thank him for what he did, and I’m clearly not the first person he’d helped.”

“Look-”

Lois showed off the headlines detailing acts by an unknown man best defined as heroic, “-he never stays in one place long, but he’s always known as a local hero that vanishes overnight.”

Clark, her brain supplied, he’s okay and he’s alive.

Of all the times she’d envisioned hearing about his return, they’d never felt like this, filled with panic and fear that everything she’d built would crumble to the floor once he’d come back.

Horrific thoughts that screamed he was better off gone came and went, and she still always found herself craving his touch, his gaze, his everything.

But this wasn’t right.

“Please, Ms. Lane, there’s nothing more to be said.” Connie jerked out of Lois’s hold.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted Martha stepping close, no doubt having heard everything that had transpired seconds before.

“Lois, right?” interrupted Martha. The older woman squinted against the sunlight, gently taking the reporter’s arm. “Come on, lemme show you something.”

Connie nibbled on her lip as the two of them walked away from the farm. She jerked around and marched into the house, slamming the screen door and leaning against the wall to breathe.

Her lungs felt tight, her brain stuck in a vice, and she slowly sunk to the floor.

Years had passed since she’d felt like this; empty, alone, but they popped up now and then. Alexander had kept them away, building happier memories in her mind. But they were never truly gone.

The worst part about it, the part that made her angry, was that she thought she’d moved on, at least a little.

It had been nearly fifteen years since Clark had left. Fifteen years! She had a job, friends, money, a nice car and a mother who loved her… but it wasn’t complete with Clark.

“Connie,” came from her left, and with her back to the wall, she lazily turned her head.

“Oh, wow,” she chuckled aloud. “I’ve officially lost my mind.”

There, a few feet away, was Clark.

Chp. 7 in the works!

Also on Ao3!

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Weekend Reading | November 20, 2020

Happy peppy Friday, y’all. Hope everyone is staying safe and healthy. I have just been told we are back to working from home full time. I was prepared for this, so I am doing okay. And I am continuing to plug along on my holiday fics. But onto the fics!

Untitled Loki Fic by @silvermoonwolf777 Loki x Reader- This was so sweet and cute! Totally brightened up my mood! A super fun read.

Go Figure by @whyispistashanuttaken Professor Hiddleston x OFC- Very hot, very naughty. And oh so delicious. I need to go back and read the first fic. LINKED TO AO3

Vampire Landlord by @sherala007 Thorin x OFC- Two short chapters have been posted so far but I am hooked! I am dying to know who this woman is, who’s David and what the hell is going on with Thorin? And scenes are described so beautifully. I am envious. A great read. Intro linked. Chapter 1 is here.

The Bookcase by @dianamolloy Adam x OFC (Kay)- You all know how much I love my Adam content. And Adam and Kay are my fav. This was a delightful add on for these two. So yummy. And I can totally see this happening between these two. LINKED TO AO3

The Army of King Henry V of England by @frostbitten-written Henry V x Reader- The breeding fic you never knew you needed. It is soft and sensual and sweet. But steamy. And smutty. So smutty. LINKED TO AO3

And there you go! Until next week!!

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frostbitten-written · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Tom Hiddleston - Fandom, Henry V - Shakespeare, Henry IV Part 1 - Shakespeare, Henry IV Part 2 - Shakespeare, Henry IV - Shakespeare, The Hollow Crown (2012), The Hollow Crown RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tom Hiddleston & Original Female Character(s), Tom Hiddleston & Original Female Character(s) of Color, Tom Hiddleston & Reader, Tom Hiddleston & You, Tom Hiddleston & Original Character(s), Tom Hiddleston/Original Female Character(s), Tom Hiddleston/Reader, Tom Hiddleston/Original Character(s), Tom Hiddleston/Original Female Character(s) of Color, Tom Hiddleston/You, Henry V of England/You, Henry V of England/Other(s), Henry V of England/Reader, Henry V of England/Original Female Character(s), Henry V of England/Original Character(s) Characters: Tom Hiddleston, Henry V of England, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), You, Reader Additional Tags: Actor Tom Hiddleston, Tom Hiddleston Is A Sweetheart, Dom Tom Hiddleston, Protective Tom Hiddleston, Tom Hiddleston Feels, Possessive Tom Hiddleston, The Hollow Crown: Henry V, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Royalty, United Kingdom, England (Country), War, Mentions of War, Battle of Agincourt, Hundred years' war, Bathing/Washing, Bath Sex, Bathtubs, Bathtub Sex, Married Couple, Married Sex, Naked Female Clothed Male, Naked Cuddling, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Finger Sucking, Hand & Finger Kink, Kissing, Neck Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay, Orgasm, Simultaneous Orgasm, Cunnilingus, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Comeplay, Come Marking, Come as Lube, Come Sharing, Breeding, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Pregnancy, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst and Feels, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst and Porn, Angst and Romance, Love, Feels, Porn with Feelings, Français | French, British, British English, British Empire, Mention of children, Romantic Angst, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Historical References, Historical Inaccuracy, Alternate History, Not Canon Compliant, I'm Sorry William Shakespeare

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King Henry V will be departing for battle on the morrow. He and his queen share one last night of passion, with hopes of conceiving.

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“Husband, please!” Henry smiled against her skin. His beard tickled the sensitive flesh. “Yes, my darling, wife?” His voice was deep and sensual yet ribald. She felt it rumble from deep within his chest, the sound vibrating against her back. There was nothing that Henry loved more than bringing his darling wife to the cusp of pleasure, only to pull her back. To him, the result is worth the patience and impatience, on her part. “Patience, my little queen. La petite mort will be worth the wait, don’t you agree?”

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witchywomanrunningupthathill · 2 years

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Burn the Witch - The King (2019)

Pairing: Hal/Henry V x Female!OC

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None

Blurb: Okay so this one has been spinning around in my head for a while, and now it’s finally on the page! For the sake of creativity, we’re just gonna embellish history a little and replace Catherine of Valois with the reader as queen, Gascoigne as a traitor, and a few other nobility tings. Not quite sure how I feel about this one, but it was more of a rust-buster than anything else.

After Agincourt, Hal took a peculiar liking to the palace gardens. The space itself was tranquil and provided a brief respite from the demands of court, from being King Henry V. He paces steadily through the greenery, past grandiose shrubs and plots of lilies and roses, then rounds a corner as the familiar words of the Hail Mary are uttered by a dulcet-toned voice.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners…”

Hal stops and takes in the view of the woman who remains unaware of his presence before her. A demure vision sat in one of the garden’s alcoves. She wears her long hair down, pieces of it falling at the front of her bowed head. Her feet are crossed under her and she clutches a rosary in her hands, constantly running the final bead in between her thumb and index finger. His Queen of England.

“…Now, and at the hour of our death.”

She finishes the prayer with the sign of the cross.

“If I do recall, I am quite certain that I ordered your ladies-in-waiting to follow you around the palace.”

She gasps, eyes snapping open and dropping the hand that was suspended in front of her shoulder just a moment ago.

“Your Majesty—”

She stops fiddling with the rosary in her lap. Hal looks around at the landscape for a moment before he begins pacing around the woman.

“You gave me a fright,” she starts.

“I, too, enjoy walking these gardens,” Hal offers.

“They remind me of my home.”

“Which?”

“Bath.”

“Hm,” he retorts pensively. “You do not miss Agincourt?”

“It served its purposes, but I am afraid I did not form any attachment to it…”

He’s been easy on her. It’s no easy feat to be a spoil of war, a political transaction – to be married off to a stranger, come to a new place, and make a life with a king. At the same time, though, France had been her birthplace and her place of residence for only three years of her life, while England had been her home for twelve years. She knew Somerset like the back of her hand, having grown up living with the Hungerford family. In fact, the young man she thought of as a brother, Sir Walter Hungerford, had fought alongside the man she now calls her king.

“It is a bit strange – not being from here nor there,” Hal posits.

“In some ways, I suppose…” she says. Hal nods and stops once more in front of her. “But I have brought a piece of my life in Bath with me.”

“Your chambermaids?”

“Not only my chambermaids, Your Majesty. My cards – le tarot.” Henry offers a look of both confusion and interest.

“Will you show me?”

She nods and Henry holds out his hand to help her up from the stone bench.

The queen leads Hal up a large flight of stairs and down a long corridor. At the end of the corridor lies a dark passageway with a narrow, stone spiral staircase, its steps worn from the many footsteps taken over the centuries. At the top of the stairs, she lets Hal pass in front of her through the doorway and into a chamber lit with sunlight.

Hal looks around. He hasn’t been in here before, not as a child and certainly not while he traipsed around Eastcheap. It’s small, cozy. A large Persian rug sits at the center. There’s an open book laid on top of it. A chair is pushed into one corner, clearly out of commission. There’s a long mahogany table running along the back wall, with quite the assortment of flowers and other, more leafy plants laid atop it. Along with the plants are many candles. Bound books sit along a wall.

“This is where I usually come to do my practice.”

“It is beautiful.”

She steps over to the table, running her fingers along the leaves of a basil plant, before reaching for the deck of tarot cards laying in a neat stack.

“What do you know about divination?”

“Erm…very little. It is magick, is it not?”

“In some ways, yes. It is used to determine the future. I mostly use it to pass the time, but I do believe there is some truth to it.” Hal chuckles, but it comes out more like a puff of air than a true laugh. The queen hands her king the tarot deck. “Hungerford gifted these to me when he returned from one of his trips to Italy,” she adds.

“Well, let us hope its magic is not black and unholy.” He examines the cards, flipping through the first few one-by-one. It’s a set of Visconti Sforza tarot cards, ornately decorated, cryptic, and mysterious.

“I could read for you, Your Majesty. If you would like.”

“You may speak plainly. Call me Henry. Or Hal. Whichever you prefer.”

Hal moves to sit at the table as the queen does the same. She holds out her hand expectantly. He hands the deck back to her.

“Now that the cards have your essence on them, we may begin. Draw three cards and lay them on the table.”

Hal follows her instruction. William Gascoigne, chief justice of England and advisor to the king, peeks through the door that was left ajar, eyebrows furrowed. He watches as Hal lays the second card down. The Queen reaches to flip it over. William gets a glimpse of the King of Pentacles card, his eyes widening slightly. He weighs staying and watching the king and queen as they divine or returning to the king’s other advisors. William stays put. Hal draws his final card and the queen turns it over, revealing an emaciated figure, not quite a skeleton and not quite flesh, riding atop a horse and carrying a long staff. William’s eyes go wide. What a cursed image! This cannot be the work of the Lord. No, this woman is cavorting with evil!

“Ah, Death,” the queen remarks. Hal silently sucks in a breath and glances quizzically at the card before shifting his eyes back to his wife. “Do not worry, it is hardly literal, Hal.” The king sighs, relieved.

William is now seeing red. He storms away from the chamber. His footsteps echo in the staircase vestibule, causing both the king and queen to turn their heads toward the noise coming from the open door.

“Is someone there?” Hal calls out. There’s no response, save the wind whistling through the trees outside the window.

“We may continue later if you have other obligations—”

“No, let us continue,” Hal urges, placing his hand on top of the queen’s.

A group of men sit around the king, all offering their advice and conjecture on what shall be the fate of France. Hal has his arms crossed, displeased with the orders masked as suggestions that his men offer. He looks over to John Falstaff who is also silent. Hal raises his eyebrows at the man. Falstaff returns the king’s look with little more than a smirk. He never liked council meetings anyway. As Hal starts speaking, the councilmen’s voices lull to silence.

“Perhaps we shall adjourn this meeting for the day, gentlemen.” Hal rises and his councilmen follow before exiting the chamber. William stays put, standing not too far from Hal. Falstaff is one of the last out of the door. Almost.

“Sir John,” Hal calls. Falstaff whips around. “I would like if you stayed back a moment.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” John obeys, offering a nod.

Hal turns his attention to William.

“William…Is there something you need?”

“Yes, Your Majesty. There is a matter I would like to bring up with you.” He pauses before moving his eyes over to Falstaff. “In private.”

“Anything you wish to say to me may be said in front of Sir John,” Hal challenges. William exhales loudly, perhaps gathering the courage to continue.

“I am afraid there may be…witches…among us.”

“There may be? That is a serious accusation, William.”

“And I concur.”

“What makes you say this?”

“Your Majesty…it is…our queen.”

“I would choose your next words wisely.”

“I saw it with my own eyes, Your Majesty. Just the other day, in her bedchamber – I was looking for you and assumed you may be there, but I was mistaken. She was there sitting with her ladies-in-waiting…sliding her hands across their palms.” He recalls the memory, the queen sits at a small round table holding one of the girls’ hands, examining it intently. “Voici ta ligne de coeur…et ici c’est…” she explains to them. “She read cards for the other girl. Telling her about her past, present, and future, ha!” William exclaims. “It must have been those girls who started this and pulled your dear queen into their witchcraft!”

“That is enough.”

“You must do something about this, Your Majesty! With your permission, I could speak to the archbishop on your behalf—”

“That won’t be necessary. I will confer with the archbishop myself. You may leave now.”

“But this is a most urgent matter! Your Majesty, I would not advise seeking…erm…wisdom through these means. Your Highness, this is the work of the devil!”

Falstaff lets out a large yawn, drawing it out comically. He cannot have William outdoing him for dramatics, can he?

“And what would you advise, William? Shall we stroll to the chapel, peruse the Scriptures for a while?” Hal suggests ironically.

“She has gotten to you too—used her sorcery on you. How dare she compromise a king in such a way! Burn the witch!”

“Enough!” Hal shouts as he bangs his fist on the wooden council table. William flinches at the king’s exclamation, but rage and desperation burn behind his eyes. Falstaff stares at Hal. Hal steps away from William and walks over to the fire place before turning to face the men once again. “Who am I, William?”

“King Henry V...Your Highness,” William answers shakily.

“And tell me, what does that mean to you?”

“Erm…You are the Sovereign—”

“That is correct,” Hal interrupts. “I lead men. I rule men.” He steps away from the fireplace, closer to William. “I’ve fought a war for men.” William breaks Hal’s gaze, looking at the floor, a brief reprieve from the King’s penetrating stare. “I have trusted your counsel, confided in you.”

Hal steps even closer to William, only footsteps away from him now. “I once thought of you as my friend…Now you not only question me, but disrespect my queen. I put my life in all of your hands for the sake of this kingdom!”

Hal raises his hand, pointing his finger into William’s chest. “I AM ENGLAND! And it is I who will decide whose head to have, whose body to burn!” Falstaff looks at the pair of men in front of him, eyebrows raised, clearly impressed by his young friend.

“Your Majesty—”

“I did not give you permission to speak. The queen…she knows this country…this land…this realm. I respect that. She is my true advisor, apart from God, of course. I will not let my participation in a silly divination rite or your allegations that I misjudge which direction to lead this country have any impact on my rule. You are my counsel. But I am king. I have the last word in this council chamber. And God has the last word in all that is. Are you willing to doubt Him? Do you doubt me?”

“Of course not!”

“Well then let us consider this matter settled,” Hal steps away from William and places one hand in his pocket. “The queen is no witch. She is a woman passing her time in one of the few ways that she may.” He runs his hand over the queen’s rosary beads laid inside. “You may leave.”

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mrsevans90 · 3 months

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 13

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Warnings: SMUT, p in v intercourse, face sitting (oral F), tiny mention of butt stuff 😜, angst, period, Emma embarrassed, anxious Sy, Nana (because her sassiness is a warning), language

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This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

Part 12

Two weeks have passed since Emma’s parents visited and we have been spending the night together every night since. I’ve cleaned out a drawer in my bedroom that now holds extra clothes for when Emma’s here including some work scrubs so she can leave straight from my house. She cleaned out a drawer at her house for me and my spare clothes. I haven’t had this level of commitment to someone since I was in my twenties, but rather than feeling afraid I feel comforted. Coming home to her is just the most incredible feeling. She has really transformed my house into a home simply with her presence. We gave each other spare keys to each other’s homes last week so we wouldn’t have to wait on each other. I have finally accepted that Emma is my end game and I can’t run from happiness anymore. She’s basically aware of how damaged I am, having seen me through my worst flashback yet and even then, she wasn’t scared away. I often catch myself thinking about us living together, marrying her, and what our lives would look like if she would have me. I made myself so hard thinking about her pregnant with my children that I had to take a second shower one day last week. May have tapped into a bit of a breeding kink there but I plan to keep that to myself.

Tonight, it’s a Friday night and we decided to stay at mine. I’m on my way home and pull up to see that Emma’s jeep is already parked in the driveway and I smile. The vet clinic closes early on Friday afternoons due to it being slow, but this is the first time she’s beat me home. I unlock the front door and my nostrils are assaulted with the most incredible smelling aroma after a long day in the sun. I’m surprised that there are no dogs rushing to bombard me with excitement at the door, but as I walk further down the hall to find them practically on top of Emma on the couch as a show played on the tv.

“Hi Darlin’. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” I say with a kiss to her forehead from behind the couch that she’s resting on. Emma’s lounging in one of my t-shirts and some of her teeny tiny sleep shorts that never fail to make me instantly hard. I can even tell that she’s braless and I’m tempted to cop a feel.

“Mmm. Hi babe. How was work?”

“Hot.” I say honestly as I spent the majority of the day outside in the sun building a porch for a client. “Something smells amazing in the kitchen.”

“The lasagna has about ten more minutes until it’s done. I figure that’s enough time for you to shower or change into comfortable clothes before we eat.”

“You’re too damn good to me, Sugar.” I say as I tuck a stray hair from her eyes that’s fallen from her messy updo.

“Nope, just trying to be as good as you deserve.” She says with a shy smile and I find myself not wanting to leave her presence even for just a quick shower after being without her all day. I make a point to greet the dogs who have traitorously not left Emma’s side even to greet me as I chuckle to myself at how quickly this astonishing woman has won all of us over.

I head to my bedroom, chucking clothes off as I go and toss them all into the hamper, which is surprisingly empty. I hop in the shower not wasting any time getting back to my girl, and a delicious smelling meal. Once I’m through, I put on some lounge shorts and a t-shirt and find Emma in the kitchen plating up our food. She’s made lasagna with garlic bread, and she poured us each a glass of sweet tea. My stomach growled at the sight and she giggled cutely as I helped carry the food to the table. Before she sits, I wrap her into my arms and kiss her.

“Thank you for making dinner, Sugar.”

“Mmm, anytime. You sure you’re okay with me using the key and showing up before you got here? I was bored at the house and figured the pups would keep me company.”

“Darlin’, I can’t possibly tell you how much it brought a smile to my face having you here when I got home. I always want you here. Feels like a home with you in it. Now, let’s eat this feast, babygirl.”

“I made brownies for dessert.” She grins as she picks up her drink.

“You trying to make me pop a boner at the dinner table?” I ask jokingly and she chokes on her sip of sweet tea. Once Emma’s breath comes back to her after I dutifully contributed by smacking her back, we both start laughing so hard she has tears streaming down her face.

“I did not expect you to say that, Sy!” I’ve noticed she calls me Sy when she’s being playful or out in public. When it’s just us or family around, she calls me Austin and I honestly really like that since nobody ever uses my first name besides her.

“I usually think of that sweet pussy when I think of dessert, but I don’t mind having a brownie or two first.” I say with a wink and she shakes her head at me with a grin.

“So vulgar, Mr. Syverson.”

“Don’t act like you don’t like it, Ms. Miller.” I joke back.

We ate dinner until we were stuffed and I quickly began cleaning the kitchen. “Don’t look at me like that, woman. You cooked all of this. I’m cleaning. Go turn on your show and relax.” I tell her and she smacks my ass as she walks to the living room, with the dogs faithfully following her lead. I clean up and don’t hear the tv going so when I go looking for her, I see her in the backyard with the dogs. The summer heat has lessened as it is approaching dusk and Emma stands just outside the screened in porch throwing a tennis ball for Mills. Aika is rolling in the grass as lightning bugs start appearing at the edge of the yard. I walk out and wrap Emma tightly in my arms.

“I thought I told you to relax, Angel.”

“I am. This house, your property, everything about being here relaxes me. It’s so calm and quiet here.”

“Yeah? Always thought of this place as my little slice of heaven. Even more with you here.” I tell her and she smiles.

“Think you could see yourself living here with me one day?” I ask knowing it’s probably way to early and I might freak her out. To my surprise, she smiles and wraps her arms along my forearms that are holding her waist.

“It’s almost too easy to imagine that.” She whispers.

“Yeah?” I ask and she nods.

“Want to move in with me?” I ask surprising myself even. It’s early in the relationship still, but it feels right.

“Isn’t it too soon?” She asks as she turns and looks at my face scanning for the answer to her question.

“I guess that’s up to us to decide. I’m not ever wanting to pressure ya, Sugar, but I can’t say I don’t picture us living here together in this big old house. Maybe one day even some kids to fill up those bedrooms.”

Emma beams and kisses me. Moments of gentle kisses soon become heated and I’m guiding her back inside the screened in porch, the screen door squealing in protest as it slams behind us.

“Time for dessert, and I don’t mean the brownies.” I say between passionate kisses. My hands are under the too large shirt she’s wearing, and I pull it over her head. She seemingly has no qualms about being topless here in my secluded backyard and I quickly reach behind my neck and pull my own shirt off so I can feel her skin against mine. Our hands are everywhere, groping and teasing at the same time before I turn her back against my chest and take her breasts in my hands while nipping down her neck. After sucking on her skin, I turn and lay myself down on my back on the outdoor couch that I had built a few years ago.

“Climb on, sweetness.” I tell her and she slides her tiny shorts down along with her barely there thong and steps out of them. Emma reaches for my shorts that are tented from my very obvious boner but I shake my head and point to my chin. Emma’s cheeks turn bright pink and I smirk at her.

“Got your seat all ready for ya, Darlin’. Let me have a taste of that perfect peach.”

“I’ve never done that.” She whispers as I pull her close to my face.

“Sit down.” I tell her.

“Austin, you won’t be able to breathe, I’ll smother you!” Emma frets. Like her tiny little frame could possibly suffocate me, but even so that would be the ideal way to go.

“Woman, just sit on my face!” I say as I pull her hips and ass down and hold her tightly. Emma gasps when she contacts my beard and I blow my warm breath onto her delicate core.

“That’s more like it, Sugar. Relax and let me eat.” I command with a smack to her ass cheeks. Emma surges forward and grips the arm rest of the couch as I get to work. I slide my tongue around her entrance and lick up in figure eights around her clit. Emma’s breathing becomes faster and when I spear my tongue into her opening she moans. My hands knead and massage her buttocks as I stare up at her heaving breasts that are chasing each breath she takes. Her eyes are closed tightly as her head tilts back slightly from the sensation I’m providing. When I begin putting pressure on her sensitive little button, Emma begins grinding against my face, her earlier hesitation seemingly no longer of concern. I double down and focus my efforts of pleasuring her as best as I can. My arm stretches out and grabs a handful of her breasts and lightly pinch the peaked bud. God, I could stay down here all day watching her like this. I continue teasing her sensitive nipples and am finally rewarded with her grinding down hard as her hands are grasping the short hair on my head. Emma moans loudly in her bliss, not caring one bit that we are outside. Her thighs clamp around me as I suck on her sweet little nub and greedily swallow up the juices that are dripping from her core. I maneuver Emma to where she is laying on top of me as she comes down from her high and wipe my soaked beard with my hand. Emma leans up to kiss me and I’m certain she can taste her little cunt on my lips which makes me painfully hard.

“Fuck me, Sy. Hard.” She whines which makes me immediately sit up and lean her over the arm of the outdoor couch. Emma is panting in wordless anticipation as run my finger through her slick arousal before dropping my shorts and pressing myself against her. Emma impatiently pushes her ass further into my leaking erection and after spreading her legs a little wider, I slide home.

“Fucking hell, Darlin’. Never had a pussy feel so good. You’re perfect, baby girl.” I growl at her warm, wet heat as it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. It’s a privilege being able to worship her body and that knowledge is not lost on me. I give her only a moment to adjust before I retreat and then slam into her again.

“Ah! Baby! You feel so good inside of me.” She mewls as I thrust into her. I spread her round globes and look at her perfect little asshole.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby girl. So beautiful and sexy.” I grunt.

“Tell me if you don’t like what I’m doing, Sugar.” I command. My ball sack is smacking her clit each time I thrust forward and I can no longer help myself. I spit onto her tight hole and gently circle it with my thumb. Emma moans at the sensation and I slowly slide my thumb into her tight rim. I smack her left ass cheek as I gently prod my thumb in and out of her snug hole.

“Fuck babe! I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah Darlin’, let go for me. Let me feel you soak my cock.” I grunt.

Emma moans as she clamps down around me and I spear into her harder and faster until I reach my release, spurting my seed into her channel. Emma presses her body against the couch and I can’t help but lay across her soft back as I try and catch my breath. I’m not as young as I once was, but Sy’s still got it.

Emma looks absolutely shattered so once I remove myself from her, I gather our clothes, let the dogs inside and carry her to the master bathroom. I set her on the toilet while I start filling the bathtub and appreciate Emma’s sleepy smile at my preparations. While the water is filling, I jog back down to the kitchen, wash my hands, and grab the platter of brownies Emma made with two cups of milk. Emma giggles when she sees me smuggling our treats back into the bathroom and setting out a stool next to the tub to place them on. When the water is filled and the bubbles are sufficient, I step in first before helping Emma in and positioning her on my lap. Emma’s back rests against my chest and I think about the last time we bathed in here together and how nervous I was for her to sleep over. Now, I only sleep poorly when she’s not next to me. I lean forward and get each of us a brownie and we gently bump them together with a “cheers” before digging in.

“I gave Millsy-bear his last set of puppy shots this afternoon when I got here, by the way.” She says.

“Thanks, Sugar. No wonder he was snuggling hard on the couch when I made it home.”

“I gave him treats and extra cuddles for having to get a shot. Aika got one just for being cute. Bribery is key in veterinary medicine.” Emma says.

“You make house calls for all of your clients?”

“Only one. My favorite.”

“You’re my favorite too, Sugar.” I place a kiss on her temple.

“Oh, I was talking about Mills… Awkward.” She jokes and I tickle her ribs.

“I guess you’re up there on the list of my favorite things.” Emma says with kiss to my lips before picking a brownie crumb from my scruff. She smiles as she eats it and then takes a bite out of her dessert.

“Are you always this happy?” I ask her without thinking. I know I have a reputation of being extremely serious, or a ‘grump’ as Alex says, but Emma is the opposite. She’s like sunshine. The daytime to my nighttime. She’s made me smile and laugh more in these three months than probably ever before.

“Um not at all. You just make me really happy, Sy.”

“You’ve made me the happiest man in the world, Darlin.”

Emma and I lay in the tub talking about all things that come to mind until the water gets cold and my perpetual warmth isn’t enough for her. She's shivering as we climb out. We rinse off the bubble bath in the shower quickly before getting in bed and falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

I wake up early the next morning, close to six am and see my sleeping beauty is still a mess of hair and disheveled blankets next to me. She slept in one of my t-shirts last night since she was still cold from our extended bath, and as no surprise it’s twisted up around her waist. I smile at her disarray before snuggling up to her. When I do, I feel like I’ve rolled in something wet so I lift the covers. Oh no, a little patch of blood. Emma must’ve started her period in her sleep and knowing what I do about how she’s been treated in the past, I don’t want her to panic. I ease out of bed to grab some clothes, using my military stealth to do so as quietly as possible. Luckily my girl could sleep through a tornado, but I didn’t want to take any chances. I scribbled out a quick note telling her not to panic, and that I’ve run to the store but I’ll be right back in case she wakes up before placing it on my pillow.

Thank goodness there is a pharmacy about seven minutes from my house. I walk in and try my best to think of anything she might need. I purchase some tampons, pads, painkillers, a hot water bottle, and all of the chocolate my arms can carry. They even had some flowers there and I grabbed those at the checkout. The elderly woman at the register just smiled at me and told me I was a “good man.” This should be the standard for men taking care of their women, but clearly, it’s not. I quickly load everything up and head back to the house. I head to bedroom and Emma hasn’t moved an inch. I take the female hygiene items to the bathroom and place them on the countertop, before going to gently wake Emma up. I hate to do it but I figure it’s likely better to let her only see a little spot of blood rather than a big one and panicking even more.

“Sugar… Hey beautiful.” I stroke her hair away from her face and she gently shakes her head at me.

“uh-uh… no.” She grunts and I chuckle.

“Darlin’, can you wake up for me for just a minute please?”

“It’s Saturday… and still dark out, Sy.” She says after peaking one eye open.

“I know, and I’ll let you go back to sleep in just a minute but I need your attention.”

She yawns before I continue.

“I don’t want you to panic, so please remember, it’s okay. I’m not like the guys you’ve been with in the past.”

“Sy? What are you saying? It’s too early for riddles.”

“I think you may have started your period last night. Now, it’s no problem but I wanted to let you know so you co”

“Oh my god!” She interrupts, jerking covers up above her head to appraise the situation.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” She says with tears rimming her eyes as she lifts her head from the covers.

“Now, stop it right there. You’ve got nothing to apologize for. It’s okay, Sugar. Take a breath.”

“I… um.. need to head back to my house.” She says quickly as a tear falls from her eye.

“I’ve got everything you need, baby, and I’m going to take care of you. Now, head on into the bathroom and take care of what you need to, and I’ll take care of this.”

“Sy, I’m so embarrassed. I need tampons and I didn’t bring any. I will replace the sheets.”

“No need, I’ll just toss ‘em in the washer and it’ll be just fine. I bought tampons and pads. They’re on the counter.” I help her out of bed and lead her into the bathroom.

“I tried to get a little bit of everything since I don��t know what you prefer so you just do what you need to do, baby girl. Nothing to be embarrassed about, I promise.” I kiss her forehead and she nods as more tears streak down her face. I want to scoop her up and stop her tears but figured she might just want a minute alone to collect herself. I hear the shower turn on as I close the door behind me.

I walk out and quickly strip the bed and throw the sheets in the washer before making the bed up with clean sheets. As I’m making the bed, I get angry thinking about her douche ex-boyfriend who made her feel so ashamed for her body doing something that it is supposed to do. The more I think about it, the angrier I get as I’m shoving the pillows into the new pillowcases.

“Um, thank you, for the stuff.” I hear Emma whisper as I quickly turn around and see her there. She looks so small as she wraps her arms around herself.

“Is what I got okay?” I ask and she nods before going to her bag and pulling on some new panties, t-shirt, and sweatpants.

I pat the clean bed and she crawls up next to me before I hear her sob into my chest. I can’t seem to get her to look at me as she buries her face into my chest so I just hold her until her breath comes easier.

“Feel better?”

“Not really. I’m just embarrassed.”

“No need to be baby girl. I promise you, it’s fine. I just want you to be comfortable.”

“You make me comfortable. It’s just hard to change how I think after being told it was disgusting my whole life.”

“Trust me, if I ever see that douchebag again I will punch him so hard for ever making you feel like that.” I tell her as I wipe a tear from her cheek.

“Let me take care of you?” I ask and Emma nods with a small smile.

“Good. I got you an arsenal of chocolate, some painkillers, and a hot water bottle too.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, why? Isn’t that stuff helpful?”

“It is, very much so… I just mean you didn’t have too.”

“I want too… Sugar, I love you.” I say and Emma sits up to look at me.

“You do?” She bites her lip.

“I love you more than I can even articulate.” I tell her truthfully.

“I love you too, Austin. I love you so much.” She says and I swear to God, I am beaming.

I love this woman and she loves me. Emma leans forward and kisses me in a kiss so consuming I can picture our whole lives together. After kissing a little, we lay back down and I stroke her hair until she’s fallen back asleep. When she’s thoroughly asleep, I ease up and decide to take the dogs out to get them a little bit of exercise before heading to the kitchen to make us some breakfast.

Emma saunters downstairs about two hours later seeming more well rested as I’ve got her breakfast plated up. She kisses on the dogs who are eagerly corralling around her legs before walking over to me and kissing me tenderly.

“Thank you for breakfast.”

“Anything for you, sweet darlin’.” I wink over my coffee cup as Emma fills her cup and adds her creamer.

Emma glances at her phone with an inquisitive look.

“Everything alright?” I ask.

“Yeah, I just was checking my security cameras. I think the Rodriguez family across the street from me got their teenager a car. It’s been parked out in the street across from the house all day yesterday. I knew he must be close to driving age. It just turned around in my driveway so I got a notification on my phone. That’s all.” She says nonchalantly and I nod at her assumption.

“What should we do today?” I ask her as we eat.

“Maybe go to the grocery store? I figured I could go ahead and meal prep for the week. I also need to get the ingredients to make banana pudding for your Nana and PawPaw’s house.”

“Sugar, you don’t have to go to all that trouble.” I start but Emma shakes her head.

“No, when we talked last week I told her that I wouldn’t mind bringing dessert.” I just about choke on my bacon.

“She called you?” I ask and Emma blushes.

“She did. Is that okay?”

“Of course, that’s more than fine… I just don’t want her bothering you. She’s a bit of a handful if you know what I mean. I didn’t even realize she got your number.”

“Well, she told me not to tell you because you would ‘whine about her interfering’, but she called the vet clinic and got in touch with me there. She said she wanted to make sure I was joining y’all for lunch Sunday, and then wanted my mom’s number so they could keep in touch.”

“That woman.” I shake my head incredulously.

“I ask her to not interfere, and she goes around calling you and your family. Good grief.” I chuckle at the audacity of Nana. She’s going to get her way no matter what. She’s never gone to these extremes to contact anyone I’ve dated though, so maybe it’s a good thing.

Emma giggles.

“I think it’s sweet. Anyway, we got to talking about her cooking and I offered to make dessert. If that’s okay with you, let’s go ahead and go to the store after breakfast.”

“I’ll do anything you want me too, Sugar.”

We eat and chat a bit before Emma changes clothes and starts gathering her items to head to the store. I head upstairs and throw on some different clothes as well before we load up and head to the store.

When we get there, I’m in charge of the buggy. Emma has a list on her phone of all the items she needs to get, so I just follow her with the cart as she gathers her items. I also add a few of my own favorites as we are traversing the aisles, such as chips and beef jerky.

Once we’ve got everything on our list, we head to the checkout and I insist again on paying. Emma crosses her arms, jutting out her hip with a scowl that I can’t help but chuckle at. She’s like an angry kitten and I just want to kiss all over her face, so I do. After we pay, we make our way out the doors.

“By the way, you said you wanted steaks one night this week. Did you remember to put those in the cart?”

“Shit, I totally forgot. Here,” I hand Emma my truck keys. “Let me run back and grab some while you put the groceries in the truck?” I ask and Emma nods. I kiss her forehead before jogging back in the store to collect and purchase the forgotten steaks.

I skip the small talk with the cashier and head straight for the self-check out so that I hopefully don’t keep Emma waiting too long. After buying our main dinner entrée, I head outside toward my large grey truck, with Syverson Contracting Inc. embossed along the side. Emma must’ve loaded the groceries quickly as I don't see her. I walk over and notice she’s not in the passenger seat before I hear her scream.

“LET GO OF ME!” I drop the bag and turn to look for her. About 30 yards away, I spot someone I recognize. Then it dawns on me who it is.

Colin.

Part 14

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97 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

Night Moves

Chapter 1

Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC (Alexandra Pierce)

Series Summary: When Walter Marshall is called to investigate a homicide by the railroad tracks, he quickly uncovers an unsettling pattern. Alexandra Pierce just wants someone to find out what happened to her friend. She has some secrets, too. And Walter’s going to uncover them.

Word Count: 1422

Series Warnings: In general, this series will depict assault, murder, stripping, hooking, rough sex, make up sex, fingering, oral (m and F receiving), p in v sex in various positions, self-loathing, failed relationships, smoking, drug use, drug addiction, general violence, and maybe some comfort. +18, Minors DNI

Chapter Warnings: Smoking, mention of stripping, mention of hooking, a dead body, grumpy Walter

Disclaimers: I do not own Walter Marshall, Night Hunter (Nomis), or any other characters from that movie, but I do own this OFC (Alexandra Pierce) and these words. Do not repost as your own. Likes, Reblogs, and Comments are more than welcome. It’s how I get my nourishment.

Header made by me, with pics found from Pexel.com and the internet. Dividers are not mine, but check out the masterlist for credit.

Playlist: I’ll be adding to Night Moves with each chapter. Songs 1- 3. I really hope you check it out, at least "Low" - Chet Faker. Whatever you think Walter's taste in music might be, these words hit home about him for me.

Masterlist

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123 notes - Posted November 23, 2022

Night Moves - Masterlist

Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC (Alexandra Pierce)

Series Warnings: In general, this series will depict assault, murder, stripping, hooking, rough sex, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), p in v sex in various positions, self-loathing, failed relationships, smoking, drug use, drug addiction, alcohol, general violence, makeup sex, and maybe some comfort. +18, Minors DNI

A/N: I’ve been kicking this story around for a bit and have a few chapters already drafted. I hope to keep to a regular posting schedule, but hopefully you’ll understand if life and the details of this story get in the way.

Header by me with pics from Pexel.com and the internet. Dividers will be from the amazing @firefly-graphics

Playlist: I’ll be adding a Night Moves playlist here and updating with each chapter. The songs have absolutely driven this story and the way I see each of the characters and some of the interactions. Direct link to Spotify here.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 (Coming Dec 14th)

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138 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

AU where Syverson becomes a dog trainer

Word Count: 1091

Warnings: smut of the cerebral and physical variety; kissing, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, cuddling, idk it’s been so long I don’t know how to do this anymore; you tell me

I don’t own Captain Syverson or Sandcastle but I do own these words and I do not give any permission to copy or repost them. I would absolutely love it if you liked or commented or reblogged. Stuff of life right there.

Written in a mid-week wine haze and completely un-beta’d. So I own the mistakes, too, is what I’m saying. But you can be me for a while if you want.

Sometimes when I'm walking my crazy-ass rescue pit in the woods, I imagine coming across dog trainer!Sy and Aika.

Aika is off-leash, which of course she is; Sy trusts her recall unconditionally.

When he hears my panicked calls for Ginger to return and stop straining against the lead, Sy immediately clasps a leash on the heavy D-ring of the neon green collar around the German Shepherd's neck.

He stands patient and calm about 10 yards away while I spew profuse apologies in his direction and gentle curses at my dog.

"She's a rescue. I'm so sorry. She really doesn't like other dogs. Ginger, sit!"

"She's a spitfire for sure, but she wants to say hi. She just needs to learn some manners."

When I tell him I've been watching training videos on Instagram, he can barely contain the smirk that forms beneath his rugged beard as he drops his head to the side and gives a slow shake.

He takes note once I finally have G under some semblance of control and asks if I've tried an in-person trainer yet.

I tell him I hadn't yet; that I'd adopted a rescue before who had a much easier disposition and I hadn't thought I would have so much trouble with a second one; that it'd only been a month and I was honestly regretting the decision to adopt again.

He pulls a small white card out of the pocket of his tan camo cargo pants and lets me know he's gonna just drop it on this tree stump here and back away with Aika in the opposite direction.

He tells me his name and says maybe the girls can meet again someday and I notice his biceps flex in his maybe just too small tee as he tugs Aika’s leash.

When he goes, I wipe the sweat of frustration off my face and pick up the card from the stump.

I see the nickname he failed to mention underneath the name K9 Tactics and see he's a certified trainer and I just want to die from embarrassment because this guy with the close shaved head and beefy thighs apparent in his pants is hot as all fuck and there is no way in hell I would ever summon enough courage to put my shortcomings on further display in front of him for any length of time ever again.

But I hear him holler back "Don't overthink it. First session's free. She’s got promise!"

And, like, imagine my surprise when he admits day one while we're walking G down the path near my apartment that I'm technically his first client since he made the choice to start this side gig after retiring from the Special Forces.

He's managed to calm her down after their frenetic meeting and hooked her up to the most convoluted convertible leash I'd ever seen.

We were stopping every so often while he waited for her to step back from her pulling before we moved forward and he praised her with a happy Yes every time she did.

I had a hard time concentrating on everything Sy said while I tried to wish the ache of those yesses away, but I did catch that he was finishing up a few business courses before stepping into an executive position at a new protection company forming in the area.

By the time Ginger was able to heel without hesitation, Sy had already asked me out on two dates and kissed me so passionately at the end of the second after walking me to my door that I was left reeling when he stepped back and I could not fathom for the life of me how I let him go home that night.

We waited until the girls met, G circling in and out trying so hard to approach Aika calmly and say hello, before we ended the night in bed together.

It was messy and hesitant and a little uncomfortable until we both laughed and admitted we were just thinking it might be better to kennel the girls in separate rooms for the night so they don't trip out that the bedroom door is closed for the first time in forever and destroy the living room while Sy was destroying me.

He pounced immediately upon entering the room after securing G and Aika, tossing me to the bed and diving right between the sprawl of my legs.

I practically melted into mush when he raised his eyes to me and mouthed a silent "okay?" and it didn’t take long after he latched his lips around my cunt and dug his tongue deep and pressed it into my clit with such fervor for me to come crying out his name.

Through my blissful haze, I caught him swipe a paw across his beard before he crawled up over me and dipped his head to catch my lip between his teeth before sucking a kiss and tipping his tongue into my mouth.

“Was that okay?”

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311 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Wake Up Call

Word Count: 2463

Warnings: mild feelings of despair, comforting Sy, gentleman Sy, Sy’s liberal use of ‘baby’ and ‘sugar’ (but is that even a warning anymore? don’t we just expect it?), more smut, oral (both f and m receiving), fingering, cowgirl, missionary, doggy style, generous lube use (it’s a plot point, but IYKYK). Please let me know if I missed anything for you.

A/N: I couldn’t get dog trainer!Sy out of my head, so I moved you in with him and got straight to the sex. Ginger still has some behavior issues.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Captain Syverson or Sand Castle, but I do own these words, so please do not copy or repost as your own. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are amazing.

You shut the door hard and sink to the floor as soon as you wrangle Ginger inside the house. Aika pads in from her spot in the living room and gives a quick hello sniff to G then turns her attention to you.

Her gentle nudges and G’s face licks and wiggly butt can't stem the hot tears of frustration beginning to stream down your face as you replay the scene over and over.

"That dog needs to be put down," the old lady hissed as she passed you on the path.

She'd stared straight at Ginger as you were trying to put her in place, but you couldn't collect your dog's attention before the woman made direct eye contact with her. Ginger went a little nuts, but you held fast to her lead, trying to back away slowly with a firm pull, no tugging or yanking. Just like Sy taught you.

"Sugar, back so soon?" Sy calls from the kitchen. "Dinner's almost ... baby, what happened?"

Sy drops to his knees on the ground next to you, touching your shoulder gently. You know what he's looking for as you feel his eyes sweep over you, even with your head hanging low.

"I'm fine. Nothing's broken," you sniff. "Just some mean old lady on the path."

"Someone say sumthin'?"

"She said I need to put Ginger down just 'cuz she growled at her. Didn't even lunge, Sy. I was so proud of her for a hot second but I didn't grab her attention fast enough and then the lady.."

"Fuck. That's Betty. She's a real piece a work. Dontchu listen to a thing she says. Woman's got a real hard-on for anything bigger’n a teacup." Sy unhooks G from her lead and gives her a good pat. "She don't even like Aika. Can you believe that?"

Sy sends Aika off and turns to sit next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and drawing you close.

"Come on, don't even spend another thought on it. You're doing great with Ginger. And there's probably gonna be some bad days. Happens to the best of 'em."

"Not Aika," you sniff again. "She's the perfect dog. Never goes nuts in public..."

Sy interrupts your self-pity party. "Baby, no need to compare. Ginger is her own dog. And she's got a different history you're trying to overcome."

"But.."

"No buts. 'Cept maybe this one," he smirks as he slides his hand down your back and under your seat, giving it a soft squeeze. "Now come on. We got one night before your trip and I made your favorite meal. Lemme wine and dine you outta this funk."

You lean closer to him, if that's even possible, amazed at the way this gruff, scruffy man can say the softest things to ease your troubled mind. He never makes you feel a fool for the way you handle your shit, especially with Ginger. He just waits for you to ask for help unless he sees a danger, and even then he's so respectful as he passes on advice. He never tells you what to do.

"I need a shower. Do I have time?"

"Can you make it a quick one? I think the timer's gonna go off in about 10."

You nod and let him help you up, relaxing into the bear hug he pulls you into. He kisses the top of your head, then gives your ass another squeeze and a pat.

"Now git. And put on something comfy," he smiles as you head down the hall.

You’re dressed and at the table in 15, foregoing a hair wash in favor of picking out something a little less comfortable. It is your last night with Sy for a bit, after all. The quick, steamy shower helped release the last bit of tension left after Sy calmed you down, and now you really want to make the most of the evening.

“Woman, did you just want to skip dinner altogether?” Sy exclaims, as you set yourself down at the table, meal already served on the plate in your space.

“What? Does this not meet the dress code for this restaurant?” you smirk back at him, smoothing your hands over the lacy camisole set you picked out. “You certainly seem a little overdressed.”

Sy scoots out his chair, stands, and tosses his napkin on the table. “That’s it. I’m sure glad to see you’re feeling good already. Let’s see how much better I can make it.”

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eefos · 4 years

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Ok so Jacqui Ritchie just DMs me, cause I sent a lot to her, and watch she said was this: ‘A petition always helps’.

So please, reblog my pinned post. Do it again or if you haven’t done it yet, please do. Please don’t like it, because a lot of people can’t see it that way. WE NEED AS MUCH SIGNATURES AS POSSIBLE.

Do you want this duo back together on the screen? Then sign it.

Link to the petition is on my page where I pinned it!

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villainousshakespeare · 4 years

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A Forest Interlude

Summary: Eleonore (OFC) discovers a wounded man in the woods near her home and seeks to heal him. Little does she know that it is none other than the heir to the throne, Prince Hal of England.

Rated M (will probably become E)

Warnings: eventual smut, fluff, angst, eventual loss of virginity

In this chapter: Nell tries to keep her equilibrium around the devastatingly handsome Hal. Also, we learn a bit of her backstory and family.

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nashibirne · 2 years

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Credits: Pics of Henry for the header from GQ spain, ©️ Michael Schwartz

I know it's been a while since I posted a story, and to be honest I wasn't planning to post something Henry related again, because my last stories didn't really get a lot of attention and so I didn't want to bother you with another one...but this one just had to be written and so I can just as well post it, hoping you'll like it. If so, please consider leaving me a comment, reblog or like 💜

A/N: This is rpf, so if you don't like this kind of stories, don't proceed! And please remember, it's nothing but fiction, solely based on my imagination. Any similarities to real persons (except Henry ofc) are purely coincidental.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Laura)

Words: ~ 7k

Summary: Henry was happy in a relationship, but he pushed too hard and it came to an end. A year later a lot has happened and there might be a second chance for him and his ex. Will they get back together?

Warnings: RPF, 18+, NSFW, angst, smut, sex (p in v), oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Find more of my stories on my masterlist.

And now... let's go

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COME BACK AND STAY

"That's your final decision?"

Henry looked at me with a sadness in his eyes that was overwhelming and almost making me doubt myself.

"Yes," I said, determined not to let him see how conflicted I was. "Unfortunately it is. You leave me no choice."

He got up from his chair abruptly, leaning on the dining table, staring at me furiously.

"Don't turn this on me, Laura. That's not fair."

"But it's fair to make me choose? Between being with you in the spotlight or not being with you at all?"

I was angry now too. His self-righteousness felt like a slap in the face, even more than two days ago, when he had told me about his plans, when he had tried to force me into a life I wasn't willing to live - not yet, not like that.

"You knew you'd have to face this sooner or later, you knew who I am and what it means to be with me."

"Of course, but it's too early, Henry. I'm not ready and it's completely unnecessary. There's no reason to tell anyone about us."

"Too early," he let out a snort. "We've been together for nine months now, Laura. We live together, we are happy. I love you and you love me. At least I thought so."

He sat down again with a deep sigh, taking my hands in his.

"You and me, it works, why not tell the world about it."

The smile he gave me had the usual effect. It made my heart beat faster and filled me with a warm feeling, with happiness and love.

"Yes, it works, Hen. Right here and right now, in our little bubble, in times like these. I work from home...your home by the way," I replied calmly, raising an eyebrow to emphasize my point, "you are on set all day and come back in the evening. We spend all our free time together, there are no obstacles, no distractions, no disturbing factors. Just you and me and our love for each other."

"You make it sound like a bad thing."

"It's not bad, but it's not the real thing either. We live under laboratory conditions. It's not going to last. One day the lockdown will be over, I'll be back to work, you will have to travel, we'll spend more time apart than together. We don't know if it's still going to work."

"We'll make it work. You'll see. Just give it a try."

His voice was so soft now, calm and hypnotizing, matching his gaze that held mine captive, lulling me, almost making me forget why it was no option to agree to his plans.

"I would, you know that, but not in the public eye. That's out of the question. Not like that. I don't want our love and life to follow some kind of master plan. A relationship cannot be scheduled, Hen."

I forced myself to avert my eyes and got up. I walked to the fireplace and stared into the crackling flames. When I heard his voice again, he was right behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder, his seductive words tickling my skin.

"It's just a few pictures, sweetie, for my Instagram to make it official, to introduce you to the world, the rest is between you and me, we will…"

"But I don't want to be introduced to the world," I cut in furiously, freeing myself from his embrace. I turned around, crossing my arms in front of my chest to shield myself. "That's exactly the point, Henry. If the press discovers me accidentally, it's fine. I can live with that. If they pap us by pure chance, when we're walking Kal or having dinner or something, okay...it would be unavoidable at some point anyway, I guess, but I'm not heading for the rocks willingly. There's no reason to go public or insta official or anything now. Why do we have to force it?"

"It's not about forcing it, it's about being in control. I want to be the one who decides when our relationship is revealed, how it's revealed."

"You cannot control this. Even if you choose the time, the rest is going to be out of your hands. I know you hate it but that's how it works, and you are not going to be the one whose name will be dragged through the mud. They'll harass me, call me names, label me a clout chaser, whore and gold digger."

"Laura…," Henry stepped closer but I stopped him with a gesture.

"No, Henry. It's not like I'm not willing to go through this with you...for you...for us, but not now. Not before we are sure our relationship endures daily life under normal conditions, outside our cozy little covid bubble. Just let us wait a little longer. Let it happen when it's supposed to happen, but don't force me out there."

"That's not an option."

Henry's expression was hard now, closed off, upset.

"Promo is about to start. I cannot risk disrupting it. If our relationship surfaces in the middle of our press tour, the success of our show is at risk. I don't want my private life to overshadow our team's hard work of a year. If you love me you understand that."

"Don't do this, Hen. That's emotional blackmail."

"No, it's the facts. I know how show biz works, you don't. So we do it my way or we don't do it at all."

I took a deep breath.

"I know. That's why I said I'm leaving tomorrow. I cannot do it your way, Henry. I have things to lose, too. Important things. My job, my privacy...fuck...my entire life. I'm not willing to jeopardize my future for no reason."

"Right." Henry took a step back, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "If our love isn't reason enough, you better leave sooner rather than later."

He turned around and left the room without another word.

One year later

We were having dinner, when Ada said the words that almost made me choke on my pasta.

"I met Henry today."

I looked at my best friend and housemate flabbergasted. I didn't need to ask any questions, she continued giving me the facts I was longing to hear.

"I ran into him in Kensington. He looked good."

"Alone?"

Was all I was able to utter. I hadn't heard or seen anything from him since I'd left the rental a year ago, but of course I had read about him and his new girlfriend in the papers and on the internet.

"With Kal," Ada said with a wink. "He was really nice. Wanted to know how my business is going before he asked me about you. He remembered all the details, he even said he read my show at the London Fashion Week was a success, and that I was called "most promising newcomer" in the press."

I couldn't help but smile. Henry was the most genuine and sincere person I knew, it was so typical for him to remember all about Ada, although he'd only met her a couple of times.

"What else did he say?" My voice was soft but the grip on my fork was tight. I only realized how tense I was, when I saw my knuckles turning white from holding the piece of cutlery in an iron grip.

"He said he's doing alright, that he's very busy with filming. He asked how you are," Ada explained, having a second helping of spaghetti. It never failed to amaze me how much food fit into her petite body.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I told him you're doing good, better than ever actually."

I sighed. That wasn't exactly the truth, and Ada knew it, but I loved her for not revealing to Henry that I was still suffering, that I still wasn't over him. The break-up had hit me hard, even more so, because it hadn't been a lack of love that had caused it. I knew my decision was reasonable and I never had second thoughts, but my feelings for him were still strong. They hadn't just vanished, they hadn't even faded. They had refused to leave me, instead they remained, preserved in my heart, leaving no space for anybody else.

"He asked if you're seeing someone," Ada said, studying my reaction over the rim of her glasses.

I cocked my head, looking at her suspiciously.

"I hope you told him it's none of his business."

"Not exactly."

"Not exactly?' I repeated like a parrot.

"I just said you're not dating and you haven't been since the break-up. I might have called you single as fuck."

"Oh, great. So now he thinks I'm desperate and unable to forget him."

I rolled my eyes, unnerved and embarrassed.

"Well, as a matter of fact you are desperate and…"

"Stop," I cut in, raising my index finger at her. "Don't say it."

Ada smiled and got up to rinse her plate.

"Okay, but let me tell you, he was surprised and pleased to hear you haven't found somebody new."

"Of course, it flatters his ego," I snorted.

"Or maybe he's still missing you, too," Ada replied, kissing me on the cheek before giving me a sisterly hug.

The following week I had a hard time not constantly thinking about Henry. Ada's words had opened a gate and all the thoughts and feelings I had tried to push back returned to the front row, playing tricks on me by making me reminisce about all the good times we had but leaving out the part of the shitty break-up.

On Saturday I was extremely busy, running errands, doing chores and baking a cake for Ada's upcoming birthday. I managed to forget about Henry completely, and for the first time in days I didn't feel anxious and restless but pretty content, when I was done with my duties and enjoying a cup of coffee and some cookies.

My dog Lady was lying at my feet, snoring softly. She was an elderly Borzoi, once the epitome of elegance and agility, now a bit chubby and lazy, but still my most loyal, furry friend and most loved treasure. She was twelve years old, which made her kind of a female Methuselah amongst her breed. She was tough as old boots, but of course I was dreading the day she was going to leave me. When I looked at her with a tender smile on my face, I had to think of Kal and how much he'd loved my old girl, accepting her in his house, on his territory, right from the start, when I had moved in with Henry. They made such a great team, Henry's bear and my Lady.

The moment Henry's name crossed my mind, my phone started to ring. It seemed like the universe was trying to mock me.

HENRY my mobile screamed at me in capitals. I froze, debating with myself whether to take the call or not, but in the end I wasn't able to resist.

"Hello?"

"Laura! Hey, it's Henry."

My heart started to race when I heard his voice.

"Hi," I managed to say, frozen in my chair.

"How are you?"

"Fine."

"Good...good…," Henry stammered and I could tell by his voice, he was tense.

"How can I help you?"

I knew I sounded distant, but I was too surprised to fake nonchalance.

"Well, I...I met Ada the other day…"

"I know."

"Yeah...and I just have been thinking about you a lot ever since and especially today."

I heard Henry take a deep breath and it was obvious that something was bothering him.

"Are you alright, Henry?" I asked, worried and alarmed, more than I was supposed to be.

"I'm fine. It's Kal. He's sick."

"Oh my, what's wrong with him?"

"He exuded pus from his mouth this morning. Pus and blood. He scared the fuck out of me."

"But he's okay?"

"Yes. I took him to the vet and it turned out that one of his molars is damaged. He must have broken off a piece, chewing on a branch or something and now it's inflamed and festering. He's on antibiotics now."

"So he's going to be fine again."

"I hope so", Henry said softly and I was perfectly able to relate to his unspoken fear of losing his companion and best friend.

"I should have noticed he was in pain. He didn't eat well lately but I was too busy to think about it. It's my fault he's suffering now, Laura."

"It's not, you know how good he is at hiding that he's sick. All you can do is take good care of him now."

"Yeah, sure, and I will. He's sleeping right beside me on the couch."

There was an awkward pause before Henry kept on talking.

"I wish you were here with me. You and Lady, looking after the bear with me. It would give him a lot of self-healing power to have you around."

My whole body stiffened, red flags waving in front of my eyes.

"I'm sure your girlfriend is perfectly capable of taking care of Kal and you," I answered coldly.

"Yes, but she isn't really…"

"Don't," I cut in, determined to stop him from telling me things I didn't want to hear. Things that would make me ask all the questions again that had tortured me, when he had announced his new love only four months after our break-up. Why her? When did they meet? How long had this been going on? Was this the love he was looking for?

"This is none of my business, Henry. Spare me, okay?"

"I'm sorry." He sounded genuinely remorseful and I wasn't really mad at him, but I couldn't stand talking to him anymore either.

"It's fine," I said softly, forcing myself to calm down. "Listen, Hen...I really hope Kal is going to recover soon, please give him a big hug and a treat on my behalf, but I really have to go now."

"Of course, no worries. Thanks for listening."

"Anytime," I said without thinking about it.

"Really? I can call you again if I need to vent?"

"If it's about Kal, yes... sure," I encouraged him hesitantly.

"Great. I hope it won't be necessary, though, but it's still good to know you'd be there for me."

"Anything for the bear. You know Lady and I love him."

"Yes, I know." His tone was so full of tenderness, it gave me goosebumps.

"Bye, Henry."

"Good bye, Laura."

Weeks passed by and I didn't hear from Henry again. A part of me was relieved, because getting in touch with him would inevitably make my life more complicated, plus I wasn't really sure my moral compass would allow me to enter the unnavigable waters of a friendship with an ex who was in a new relationship, especially since I still had feelings for the guy.

That was the reasonable part of my personality speaking, the foolish part couldn't refrain from wishing he would call again to tell me Kal's fine or just to have a chat. It was the same stupid part of my brain that just wasn't able to stop lurking on social media, observing his account and his girlfriend's Instagram and all the gossip blogs, waiting for new posts or juicy rumours.

It was idiotic to torture myself like this, I knew that and it made me feel pathetic, but I did it anyway to get at least a little glimpse of his life. It wasn't much that I got, he hardly posted any personal stuff anymore, his activities mostly circling around his cooperation with a fitness brand and it was as frustrating as boring, but on the other hand it spared me seeing him with his new love, keyword #couplegoals.

After their official outing there had been quite an uproar and I didn't really envy the woman plus it reinforced my opinion that my decision against going public with Henry had been right. Then again, his new flame didn't seem to mind the attention, and that actually made them a perfect match. Although -and I would have never admitted it to anyone except Ada- the woman struck me as a bit of a bimbo, and I couldn't help but wonder what Henry was seeing in her.

It was none of my business, of course, but that didn't mean I wasn't curious about them and pretty much hurt that I had been replaced by someone who was the complete opposite of myself, regarding personality and physical appearance.

She was very attractive, beautiful and glamorous, I was an ordinary British woman. Pretty but not stunning, with curves but not a bombshell, smart but not brilliant, well dressed but not a fashionista. Average in every way and a bit boring although Ada kept telling me I was gorgeous. Of course she did, she was my best friend, she kind of had to and I never really believed her. Henry on the other hand had always managed to make me feel good in my skin. He had a way of looking at me that made me feel like a goddess. Wanted, needed, beautiful, irresistible.

I didn't feel like any of this the day Henry made his next appearance. Staring at my reflection in the mirror in the hallway, I was wondering if my tits were starting to lose the fight against gravity or if it was the bra that made them look shitty under my new shirt. I was just about to change into a different outfit when the doorbell rang. I froze when I answered the door and saw Henry standing right in front of me, a lopsided grin on his handsome face. I must have stared at him for several seconds, mouth agape, eyes wide, before he felt uncomfortable enough to give me a little wave and a questioning "hello?".

"Henry, it's you," I stated the obvious, still confused about finding him on my doorstep.

"Yeah," he grinned, "hi."

"What are you doing here?" I tugged at the hem of my shirt with one hand and on the strap of my bra with the other to give my boobs a little lift and Henry gave me a strange look.

"New shirt? Looks good on you," he said, adding: "Nice neckline" with a smirk. Looking down at my breasts I realized I had overdone it a bit with trying to improve my appearance and now my bra was peeking out under my shirt, revealing way too much of the white lace it was made of.

"Oh," I giggled stupidly, straightening my clothes before crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

I stepped aside, still taken aback, and Henry entered the hallway, following me when I led him to the kitchen.

"Coffee?"

"That would be great."

He gave me a charming smile before sitting down at the kitchen table. When I joined him, placing a cup of coffee in front of both of us, I repeated my question that had been left unanswered.

"So... what are you doing here, Henry?"

He looked at me sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders.

"I just dropped off Kal at the vet for a tiny surgical operation and since I was around I thought I'd pay you a visit."

"Nothing serious I hope?" I asked with a worried frown.

"They have to extract the tooth that was causing problems the other day. It's not a big deal, but he will be under general anesthesia and he is a senior, so...yeah."

He sighed, shrugging again.

"I see," I nodded, giving him an understanding smile. I knew what he was thinking, and I totally understood he was worried, but it still didn't explain why he was sitting in my kitchen.

"But...you were around? Your vet is at the other end of the city, not just around the corner."

"Yeah... around might not be the correct term. I...just wanted to see you, I guess. I cannot be alone right now."

"What about your girlfriend?" I asked softly.

"There's no girlfriend. We broke up a while ago."

He looked me straight in the eyes now and I was more than confused.

"I'm so sorry, Hen," I said because I felt I had to, but he just shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Don't be. I'm glad it's over."

"You are?"

"Yeah." Henry took a sip of his coffee and ran a hand through his curls before he looked at me again. "I'm not proud of it, Laura, but it wasn't really a serious relationship, it was...I don't even know what to call it. It was a dead duck…"

"But it seemed serious…"

Henry sighed.

"It's complicated. Can we please not talk about this now? I'm not really in the right frame of mind."

"Of course, sorry, I didn't mean to pry."

"It's not that. I know it must have hurt you to see me with her, and I want to explain it to you but not now. I can't think straight…"

He took a deep breath and threw his head back, staring at the ceiling.

"Kal is going to be fine, Henry."

I was strangely relieved that he wanted to change the topic. Although I was dying to know what had happened with him and his ex, I feared the truth and all its consequences.

"I hope so. I really don't know what to do without him. Where's Lady by the way?"

"She's upstairs with Ada in her studio. Ada's working on a new collection and she says Lady's aristocratic charisma inspires her," I explained with a grin.

"And Lady likes being her muse?"

"Her job mostly consists of lying on the diwan, getting lots of tender love and care and just looking good, so yeah, she enjoys it a lot."

Henry chuckled, and I was happy to see him smile. I just wanted him to feel better and not to worry about Kal so much. But I also had a job to do and I couldn't avoid it any longer.

"Hen, listen, as much as I enjoy having a coffee with you, I'm really sorry but I have some work to do…"

"Oh yes, of course, I'm sorry." He got up immediately, misinterpreting my words. "I'm going to leave you to it."

"No, no," I said hastily. "That's not what I meant. You can stay until they call you to pick up Kal. That's not a problem. I just have to write some emails and make some calls and I have to finish a translation."

"I don't want to be a nuisance."

"You're not," I assured him. "Just let's go upstairs to my office and you can read a book or something while I do my work, okay?"

"Okay, great."

30 minutes, two phone calls and five emails later, I was working on the translation and Henry was pretending to read. The fact that he'd been staring at the same page of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein for 15 minutes straight showed me that he had his mind on something else and I started to wonder if Kal was the only thing bothering him so much.

After a while his demeanor changed from distracted and out of this world to nervous and focused on his surroundings. He started to tap his toes, then he went on bobbing up and down his legs before he got up to pace the room restlessly. He looked at my books and out of the window before turning to my collection of old musical boxes, taking them in his hands which made me nervous, because some of them were really rare, fragile and damn expensive.

"Put that down, please," I blurted out and Henry flinched but he put the box back on the shelf immediately.

"Sorry," he said with an apologetic grin. "I just don't know what to do with myself."

"What about a walk? I think you need some fresh air and so do I."

"And your translation?"

"It can wait. Deadline's only next week."

"Okay, let's go then," Henry agreed with a big smile and so we went for a long walk.

We strolled through the forest nearby for almost two hours and after the first minutes that we spent walking side by side in silence, Henry began to speak. Superficial stuff at first, but it went deeper and deeper until he opened up completely, and when we came back home, I knew everything about the relationship he had just ended, how it had started, how everything went terribly wrong, and how much of a misery the last months had been for him and everyone involved. He was clearly full of regret, but he also seemed kind of reformed, being much more reflective than he used to be.

I was pleasantly surprised when he told me that he was part of a male support group now and how helpful it was. Henry was just gushing about the friends he'd found there, when his phone rang. He took the call and the happy expression on his face told me it was good news.

"Kal is fine. I can pick him up."

He beamed at me and I couldn't help but beam back and I didn't fight it, when he pulled me into a tight hug of relief.

"I'm so glad, Lolly."

Hearing him use his nickname for me after all this time sent shivers down my spine. He was the only one who called me that, and I loved it, but at the same time it felt way too intimate now that we weren't even friends anymore.

"Me too," I answered, patting his back awkwardly before freeing myself from his embrace. "You better get going, don't make the bear wait for you," I added with a sheepish smile.

"You're right. Thanks for having me."

He grabbed his jacket and his phone and turned to leave, but on his way to the front door he stopped and looked at me.

"Why don't you come with me?"

"What?"

"Come with me. You and Lady. We'll pick up Kal together and then we can have dinner at my place. I'll cook and you can pamper Kal and he can enjoy Lady's company."

"I don't know, Henry."

I wanted to agree, but I was still hesitant, because his idea didn't sit well with me. I knew it would stir up all these feelings that were bottled up inside of me, but most of all I was scared of getting hurt again.

"Oh, come on, Lolly. I occupied your time all day. Let me say thank you by cooking for you. I'm going to make lasagna."

He gave me his best puppy dog eyes before wiggling his eyebrows with a cheeky grin. He knew I couldn't resist his homemade lasagna. I was beaten.

"Okay," I laughed light-heartedly. "Just don't make me regret it."

"You're not going to regret anything tonight," he replied and his smirk was making his words way too sexy.

In the end it turned out he was right. We had a great time and no regrets. He was charming and attentive, sweet and very kind - the perfect gentleman. I was captivated by him as usual, enjoying his entertaining qualities and the delicious meal. We had a great conversation and after dinner we joined the dogs on the couch and watched a documentary about an octopus in peaceful silence. It felt so familiar and comfortable, just like back in the days when we were lovers, a couple, a team. But we were nothing like this anymore and so I got up from the sofa when the movie was over and stretched my body before I turned to Henry.

"I better go now," I said softly.

"Yeah," he replied hesitantly, looking at me with an expression that was hard to read.

"Maybe we can do this again anytime soon? Today was the best day I had in a very long time. I want you back in my life, Laura."

"Henry," I sighed, "I don't think that's very reasonable. We broke up for a reason and we both know we cannot be just friends."

"We broke up for a shitty reason and it was my fault. It tried to force you to commit and it backfired."

"It wasn't only your fault, I had my fair share too, but that's not the point. The point is, nothing has changed. You are still a celebrity and…"

"I have changed, Lolly," he cut in, taking my hands. "Or at least I'm trying to change. I'm learning so much right now in my men's group about the mistakes I made in the past and about myself in general. I know I have to change and do things differently in the future... regarding relationships for example, I've learned my lessons."

"That's great, Henry. Great for you and the lucky woman who will be your next relationship." I gave him a lopsided smile and pulled back my hand gently.

"But I want you to be that woman," he whispered, cupping my face with his hands. "I have never stopped thinking about you, I have never stopped loving you and when I met Ada and she told me you're still single it was like a sign. It was like fate telling me to grasp at this second chance."

I closed my eyes with a deep breath, taking a step back.

"I don't know what to say, Hen. That's a lot to process. I cannot just get back with you, pretending nothing has happened. It's not that easy."

"I know and I understand that. All I'm asking for is another chance. Let's spend some time together. Let me show you that you can trust me."

"It's not about trust. You've always been honest with me. It's just hard to believe that you're really willing to keep your private life, well... private."

Now I was the one seeking physical contact. I placed my hands on his chest and looked him in the eyes.

"I want to believe you, though."

He gave me another irresistible smile before pulling me into a hug.

"That's what I wanted to hear, Lolly," he whispered into my ear. "Let's start anew, okay? Go out with me. Let's have dinner on Saturday. You choose the restaurant. Just one date and if you enjoy it we'll have another. We'll take it step by step."

I just nodded, my head resting against his chest, and I felt ridiculously happy when he kissed me goodbye a few minutes later. An innocent peck on the cheek that made the butterflies in me arise.

We went on a few dates after this and every single one was great. We just enjoyed ourselves and the chemistry between us was back almost immediately. Yet I wasn't able to make a decision. Henry didn't pressure me, he was very patient and understanding, but I was starting to get annoyed with myself after the fourth date. It was always the same, we had a great time and there was no doubt that I still loved him and he kept on telling me that his feelings for me hadn't changed either, but when it came to exchanging our goodbyes I got tense and wasn't able to offer him more than a quick kiss. I was simply scared of crossing the line again. I knew the moment we'd get physical, there would be no stepping back and I wasn't sure if I was ready yet.

When I talked about it with Ada the morning after our last date I felt stupid and silly.

"You're not being silly, sweetie," Ada said, offering me a piece of chocolate that I gladly accepted. "You're afraid that history is going to repeat itself and that's totally understandable."

"But?"

"But, I think you should listen to your heart. Does it tell you Henry has changed? Do you think he's serious about keeping private things private from now on? If so, just go for it. Take the residual risk. There will never be a guarantee that you'll live happily ever after, but if it feels right, take him back. He's a good catch and I doubt you'll find a better match."

I took a deep breath.

"You're right."

"I know," Ada grinned and I couldn't help but laugh.

"He definitely has changed. I can tell by the way he reflects on things he did in the past and by the way he has reorganized his private life and many things related to his job."

"This male support thing is really helping him, isn't it?"

"Definitely," I agreed. "It's kind of a safe space for him. He can open up without being judged and he has found deep friendship there."

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to kick you out," I said with a smirk.

"Excuse me?" Ada laughed out loud, throwing her head back before looking at me curiously.

"Seriously. I need you to leave for the weekend. I want to invite Henry over for dinner and...yeah."

"You want to have the place to yourself," Ada said with a knowing wink.

I nodded yes with a sheepish smile.

"Not a problem," she said, patting my hand over the table. "I'll stay with Rob. We haven't had a cozy weekend at his place in ages and I could really use a bit of sexy time with my fiance anyway."

"Thanks, Ada."

"No need to thank me, sweetie. Just get your man back and let him give you some real good orgasms."

I couldn't stop thinking about Ada's words during the date a few days later. Especially about the orgasm part, because damn, I really needed to get off. The sexual tension between Henry and me had grown stronger and stronger since we'd started seeing each other again, and after we finished dinner it reached its climax, which was pretty ironic, because I still hadn't.

Henry and I had enjoyed the meal I'd cooked and after clearing the table we were now dancing in the middle of the living room to "Feel like making love" by Bad Company, a song we both loved very much and that was getting us in a certain mood instantly. Henry was holding me close and I nestled up against his body, enjoying his warmth, his scent, his tight embrace and the feeling of closeness.

"This is wonderful," I whispered into his chest.

"It's perfect," he whispered back and I lifted my head to look at him with a smile.

Henry locked eyes with me and we just looked at each other for quite a while without saying anything before he finally leaned in to kiss me. When I felt his lips on mine it felt like homecoming, when our tongues united it felt like the most natural thing to do. Our bodies were welcoming each other, remembering every single detail, every edge and curve, as if they had never been separated at all. After making out for what felt like a hot eternity we broke our kiss, both panting and Henry rested his forehead against mine.

"I'm not going to try to force you into anything ever again, Lolly, I swear," he whispered breathlessly. "Please forgive me that I was such an idiot."

"The past is dead and buried, Hen. Let's just start anew here and now, okay?"

"Nothing I'd rather do," he agreed without hesitation. "Here's to our future."

He kissed me again and I placed my hands on his chest, pushing him gently, making him step back until he reached the sofa. He plopped down and dragged me with him and we both laughed out loud in unison, feeling giddy with pleasure. I straddled his lap and looked at him tenderly.

"I love you, Henry," I admitted softly, my voice cracking with emotion.

"I love you too, Lolly. You have no idea how much I love you," he replied, obviously moved, cupping my face with his hands.

"Show me," I said pleadingly and I didn't have to ask twice. His lips were on mine in an instant, kissing me with a passion that set my core on fire. I realized that "All I want is you" was now playing in the background and the title couldn't have been more fitting. I wanted Henry, him and only him, with all my body, heart and soul.

Things escalated quickly and I soon found myself dry humping him, desperately seeking for fraction that was supposed to bring me release. Henry made me strip off my top and bra, after getting rid of his shirt himself, but I was still wearing my jeans and there was definitely too much fabric between his rock hard dick and my wet pussy. He seemed to think the same and so he grabbed me and lifted me up to literally throw me onto the couch, making me lie on my back. He started to pull on my jeans frantically and after I had successfully wiggled out of it he pulled down my panties before climbing between my thighs.

He sighed lustfully and lowered his head slowly, giving me a smirk that I returned, knowing exactly what was coming. I still gasped when I felt his lips on the soft flesh of my inner thighs, kissing my skin tenderly, showering it with sweet pecks and teasing nibbles. He took his time, making me beg for more, forcing me to grab his head and guide him to my throbbing pussy and I let out a long, drawn moan when he finally started to eat me out. He was good at this, time had nearly made me forget how good, and so I turned into a panting mess very soon, enslaved by his skilled tongue, and I almost violently ran my nails over his scalp, screaming his name when he made me cum.

My body was still shivering with arousal when I pulled him close to kiss him, desperate to taste myself on his tongue, and Henry growled when I reached for his cock, giving it a few strokes. The animalistic sound made me go feral and I pushed him, making him sit back on his heels, his erect dick on display, looking delicious as ever. I licked my lips and shifted my position so I was able to give him oral pleasure too.

I kissed the tip of his dick, my eyes fixed on his face and it turned me on to see his eyes were dark with lust and need. I ran my tongue slowly up and down his shaft before circling the head teasingly and Henry grunted when I finally took him in my mouth. Sucking him off felt great and so natural. I knew exactly how to please him, how he liked it best and how to bring him close to the edge without pushing him over it. When I looked up at him, his head was bent back, he was panting, eyelids fluttering, his mouth slightly parted, tongue darting out to lick his upper lip. The sight was so sexy it made me forget everything else and so I stopped my actions.

He pulled me close to kiss me. It was a slow and sensual kiss and he had me on top of my arousal again very soon, without even touching my body. I felt his hands on my waist and he dragged me onto his lap, looking at me with need and hunger, his facial expression turning him into a predator, making me the prey. I gladly accepted the role and I surrendered to him, sinking down on his dick, allowing him to penetrate my body, to stretch my insides, to fill me completely. Henry had a firm grip on my hips and he made me start to move with a groan, enjoying the sensation my motions were giving him. I rode him slowly, savouring every moment, every single one of his sighs and moans. We kept looking at each other, connected in a way that felt strangely new and familiar at the same time. It was a connection made of love, just like it used to be, but we both new it went deeper this time, the bond was stronger.

When I felt we were getting close, I picked up speed and our panting and moaning synchronized until we were uttering our lust in perfect harmony. I came hard, screaming his name out loud when I reached my climax, my cunt clenching around his dick. The sensation sent Henry over the edge too and he buried his head in the crook of my neck, letting out a hoarse growl, while he spilled his cum deep inside of me.

When we were lying on the couch cuddled up to each other a few minutes later, we didn't talk, we just listened to each other's breathing, Henry stroking my back tenderly while I was running my fingers through his chest hair. There was no need to destroy the moment by saying something. We both felt it. We felt the love between us. I felt his affection and that he wouldn't make the same mistakes again. He felt my devotion and that I was back for good, that I had come back to stay.

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Summary: When he spies her from across the court, Charles knows he has to have her. He can’t wait for her garnet lips to be his.

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Female OFC (no body type specifically described, not named.)

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, food play, sex (p in v), cursing, oral sex (f receiving, mentions of m receiving), bodily fluids, cursing.

Author’s Note: This work is for 18+ only, no minors tolerated. You consume content at your own risk.

This one… wow it got away from me, but it just kept flowing. Charles is 😍😍😍.

@cavillsthighs gave me the brilliant idea to continue this “Lipstick Kisses” theme for more of Henry Cavill’s characters… so I am doing just that! Shoutout to her for the support and for editing this for me! LOVE YOU, BESTIE.

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Garnet

The night their hands grazed one another during the King’s birthday celebration was the first time he succumbed to her magic. It was the first day of a week-long pomp and circumstance in honor of His Majesty, just the way the King preferred. The heavy smells of food and wine wafted throughout the room where the court was alive and thriving with guests engaging in lively conversations. In the middle of the hall, a dance was in full swing. That’s where Charles Brandon and his soon-to-be secret lover found themselves that evening: right in the midst of the excitement.

Her gown was ornate and shining golden in the soft torchlight; her lips were stained with the rich wine and berries she had indulged in earlier in the evening. The use of cosmetics was not a commonly accepted practice at court, so instead, for evenings like these, she tugged on her lips with her teeth and stained them with her wine to achieve her desired red-hue. Call it an alter-ego, call it her real personality, she couldn’t be sure, but she relished in the feeling of confidence that her garnet-toned lips inspired. One thing was certain — it made her stand out from the crowd.

Their hands met briefly, only for a moment, but the fleeting moment burned their skin white-hot as if they’d each mistakenly grasped a glowing ember. The heat surprised them both as their eyes met with exhilaration and curiosity, but before they could soak in one another’s appearance, the dance directed them to other partners. Charles couldn’t bear to look away from where she twirled, nor could she tear her eyes away from his dashing face. From the second their eyes locked, they knew they needed to devour the other.

After the dance transitioned to group chatter, Charles made his way across the hall to where she stood, but fate was not on their side this particular evening. He was quickly swept away to tend to an urgent matter with the King, as his presence was always immediately requested when something was amiss.

He glanced back at her as his presence was all but forced out of the room; like a moth to a flame, his eyes managed to find her in the chaos of his exit. Her devilishly red smile could have illuminated the entire castle.

He saw her again the following night. Charles was thankful, for the first time in his life, for the several layers of clothing that his outfit required. His erection strained against his pants, intense and throbbing as his breath quickened at what he witnessed: her succulent lips wrapping around the tender flesh of a small dark cherry, her teeth delicately piercing the skin. Blood surged to his groin as he watched her with lustful intrigue. The cherry juice stained her pillowy lips, tinting them a deep, rich red. He couldn’t take his eyes off her beautiful mouth.

The bustle of the party-goers was thunderous, but their energies drew together, creating a serene silence that only they were privy to experience. Her gaze locked onto him from across the room, her eyelashes fluttering slowly as she smirked at his noticing her stare. Once she had the handsome Duke’s attention, she rubbed the cherry across her lips, her dancing eyes never leaving his. A sly grin spread across her face as she wished to tease him further. Her tongue snaked out and traced where the juice had stained. His mouth hung open, dumbfounded, as she giggled quietly to herself.

Biting down on another cherry, her tongue caressed the curves of the fruit as her nimble fingers plucked away the stem.

He continued to watch her gently devour the fruit and take sensual sips of her wine while laughing with the ladies that surrounded her. Charles felt his arousal hardening further the longer he observed. Glancing in his direction every few moments, a warm flush colored her cheeks, but she didn’t let her gaze falter at his staring.

Her boldness made his heart race.

He needed to know that her kisses tasted as sweetly as he imagined.

He needed those garnet lips pleasing him, needed them covered in his essence.

The desire he held for her grew as he spied on her throughout the evening, and the more he observed her, the more he realized: this lady was not innocent. She was roping him in under her spell, and he didn’t even know her name.

Communicating without speaking, she quietly excused herself from the room as Charles did the same. They quietly snuck away to an abandoned hallway, far from the dinner festivities.

They found each other in the dimly lit space, their bodies were driven together fiercely as their lips met in a tango of their own. Hands roamed, moans escaped, and tongues collided as they conversed in the only way that made sense.

It was taboo for them to be alone together, though they found ways, regardless of societal rules. Strolls through the garden would soon find them hiding behind mazes of shrubbery, grasping and gripping each other hurriedly as their lips met in a pure frenzy of need.

Their cozy alcove at the edge of the forest also served them well; they used it for their secret picnics. These picnics were chocked full of the best wine, fruits, cheese, and bread they could find as they laughed and delighted in each other’s company. They were also full of stolen kisses and risque romps in the plush grass. Many times in this hiding spot, she had pleasured Charles to his release, loving the way his warm thick manhood felt between her swollen-from-kissing lips. She couldn’t get enough of teasing him with her tongue and savoring his taste with every gift of his salty nectar that he provided.

On an evening where the King was distracted by the most recent conquest in his revolving door of lovers, Charles was off duty from orchestrating the next chess moves for the English Army. This evening was similar to previous ones, he admired his secret lover from afar as she drank her wine and eyed him from across the room. Their affair had developed and had been happening for several weeks after that initial night. Once again, she held one single cherry and darkened her lip with it as the sweet flesh met hers.

Dancing ensued again, though this time she got to keep Charles as her partner. As they danced, her slender fingers entwined a parchment note between his thick ones. When the dance came to a close, they parted ways and she quietly slipped out of the boisterous room.

Finding a corner to fill his cup and read privately, he glanced at what she had written —

Your chambers, meet me there. Half past the hour.

Don’t be seen.

It was signed, not with her name, but with a garnet kiss print, plush and juicy red.

The thrill Charles felt in his chest as he snuck out of the party he knew was nothing compared to what the evening would ultimately entail. He was surprised at his restraint over these last days — he was not the patient type.

He’d never wanted anything so badly in his existence as the way he wanted her. Wanted to bury his head between her silken thighs. Wanted to hear her screaming out his name as her pleasure stole all of the energy out of her body. Wanted to nestle himself in her sweet pussy and feel her squeeze his cock the way she had squeezed his fingers when he was plunging into her only hours before.

Entering his bedchambers, numerous candles illuminated the room in a soft glow. The gold, black, and silver threads in the duvet and the tapestry shimmered brilliantly under the soft candlelight. She laid out on the mahogany four-poster bed and had propped herself up sensually on the lush pillows. Her body was bare, save for the wine-dyed corset pushing her opulent breasts together, creating delectable cleavage that had no choice but to spill over the top of her lingerie. She laid with her legs curled to one side, the side of her thigh modestly covering her naked lower half.

A relentless hunger engulfed his senses. Incense burned and filled his chambers with a transformative fragrance as Charles began to stalk his prey.

She watched him from the elevated bed, her eyes following his movements carefully. Warmth flooded her body as he drew nearer; she clamped her thighs tighter together to find friction to soothe the arousal growing within her.

As Charles made his way to the bed, he was once again mesmerized by her luscious lips and the color that was swiped across the delectable flesh. He was sure that she’d delighted in more cherries and wine before meeting, but as he crept closer, the pigment looked more intense than he’d previously seen. Charles smirked at the boldness of this beautiful woman. Quirking his head to the side, he questioned her silently but struggled to maintain composure as her bosom caught his attention.

God, how he wanted to slide his tongue and his cock in the valley of her succulent breasts.

Her teeth grazed her lower lip, suckling on it lightly as she looked up at him through her darkened lashes.

“I thought I could enhance our evening, my love. I think you’ll quite enjoy the look of my kisses against your skin.” She leaned forward to pick up his hand from where he stood at the edge of his bed, flipped it to view the underside of his wrist, and placed on it a gentle red kiss.

“Ahh, so you’ve indulged in a little more than simply fruit and wine, then,” the Duke chuckled.

“I will neither confirm, nor deny…” she giggled. “...Though it is made from cherry juice.” Her eyes darkened as she caressed his hand. “All the better to mark your skin with… do you find it to your liking, Your Grace?”

“Mmm…you’re lovely.” His thumb brushed against her bottom lip and she kissed him there, too, capturing his thumb with her mouth and gently licking his fingertip. Charles hummed as she placed a single hot kiss on his open palm, causing him to shudder beneath her warm touch. “I’m going to need to see these fuckable lips on every part of my body.”

Seeing the garnet kiss stain on his skin drove her wild, and any shyness she previously had left her body entirely. “I think I can oblige those wishes... Although, I wouldn’t want the court thinking I’ve bewitched you with a little lip varnish. You won’t turn me in for witchcraft, will you?”

Her hands roamed his clothed chest as she rose to her knees, starting to undress him. “You’re under my spell, but there isn’t any magic involved, sir.” She smiled cheekily as she removed the last of his ornate clothing.

His hand reached to brush the delicate skin of her cheek. His fingers were warm and soothing against her soft skin. She struggled to keep her composure; every touch he placed on her skin made her become more of him than herself. “We are keeping many secrets together, my sweet. What is one more? I could be the keeper of your secrets forever, you know.”

She giggled at his words but didn’t reply, not sure whether to take them seriously.

Never having seen the Duke in his full glory before, she marveled at his strong physique. Her fingers had a mind of their own as they glided across his skin, the dark curls on his chest entrancing her as she memorized his body.

His patience was impeccable; letting her do whatever she pleased. Charles’ paramour stood from the bed and circled his form, wishing to see every part of him.

“I need you to trust me, Your Grace, as I mark you here..” she placed a kiss on his shoulder blade, “and here..” in the middle of his back, traveling downward and tracing his taut muscles underneath her delicate fingerprints, she found herself face to face with the backs of his broad, muscular thighs. “I love knowing that in this room, you’re all mine...” her lips pressed to kiss his firm thighs and glutes, leaving cherry-hued prints in her wake.

“I’m all yours for as long as you wish to play, my dear.”

Her hands traveled up and down his flesh, teasing him as he reached to pour the decanter of red wine into their two chalices. Dark red lipstick kisses decorated Charles’ back as she explored and worshipped his sculpted form. She stood and wrapped her arms around his middle as she added more tender kisses to his back. Seeing her marks on him sent her arousal into overdrive. She brushed her sensitive breasts over the bulging muscles of his back, cherishing the feel of his hot skin on hers.

Grabbing her delicate hands, Charles invited her to sit at the oversized vanity that occupied a corner of the suite. A large mirror stared back at them as he handed the wine to her; she sipped sensually, watching his every move through the reflective pane.

“My Lady, if I may, I have something for you.” He opened a drawer in the large table, pulling out a long box tied with a red ribbon. Opening it to show her the contents, inside she saw a beautiful gold-plated necklace with a large jeweled brooch and many smaller adornments. The gilded gold surrounded striking red garnets and shimmering pearls.

A gasp left her lips at its elegance, and Charles’ mouth curled into a provocative grin at her response, as if he were a cat who’d caught a mouse. “I went to a jeweler the other day, and these rich garnets caught my attention. I couldn’t help but think of you. I had Sir Thomas craft this to accent your already exquisite beauty.”

“Your Grace... Charles… it’s beautiful... but why does it remind you of me?” Charles leaned down, clasping the necklace behind her neck. His fingers barely brushed her skin, erupting goosebumps on her body, and laid it upon her smooth décolletage.

Wickedness glinted on his sculpted face as he captured her neck with his rough kisses and breathed out, “The garnets reminded me of your plush, berry-soaked lips that I love to devour.” Her eyes caught his gaze in the mirror. Charles clasped his hands with hers, watching his Lady’s cheeks flush with warmth at his words.

She brought their combined hands to her lips, kissing the back of Charles’ hand, once again marking him with the lipstick autograph that matched her new gift. He was entranced by her beauty, watching her intently and soaking in this moment as she succumbed to her happiness. “Hmm… tell me more, sir.”

Kissing along his darling’s neck, he continued, “And the pearls.. may I just say that I was divinely inspired.” His chuckle pulsed around her; she could feel it all the way down to her core. Arousal dampened the skin between her legs with every sound emitting from his throat.

Her head cocked to the side and her eyebrows lifted in mischief, awaiting the continuance of his response. The Duke leaned close to her, kept eye contact in the mirror, and growled lowly in her ear, “The pearls were inspired by the way my cum dribbles from those deep red lips after I mark you as my own, my sweeting.” The breath that she didn’t know she was holding expelled from her mouth as she felt her need grow between her thighs.

Charles laughed darkly as she took a large gulp of wine to increase her bravery, asking him, “How could you possibly know that garnets are my favorite? How do I look, Your Grace?”

“Hmm… positively corrupt.” The Duke grinned and his fangs caught the light, making her blush profusely. The necklace fell just above her breasts, accentuating their curves and making his mouth water. Greed took hold of him as he stared at her; it was as if he hadn’t eaten in days and she was to become his last meal.

He led her back to the bed, guiding her to sit at the edge on her knees, facing away from him. Charles unlaced the ribbons of her sinful corset, releasing the remainder of her velvety flesh. He couldn’t help that his hands instinctively went to the curve of her lower back, running his fingers over her hips and tracing up her spine. Her skin felt like pure silk underneath his rough fingers. Grabbing the bowl of fresh cherries from the bed tray, he urged her, “Go and lie on the pillows, my love.”

He watched her supple buttocks sway as she climbed to the middle of the bed, lying on her back propped up as she had been earlier. Charles settled himself between her knees. Taking his turn to pierce a cherry with his teeth, he bit into a small fruit, tossed the pit aside, and immediately went to work, tracing the juicy berry down her collarbone and over her erect nipples, licking the juice he left behind.

The cherry was the light unto his path, down her breasts to her navel and then her thighs and heated center, using his tongue and lips the entire way. He found himself face to face with her delectable slit.

He’d been waiting to taste her all day.

Opening her thighs wide, he leaned in to suckle her glistening folds, teasing her lightly with the tip of his tongue.

Meanwhile, a violent thunderstorm raged outside. The thundering booms and splatters of rain on the window panes created a perfect blank canvas for the moans coming from his suite. Her body writhed on the satin beneath her as he toyed with her sensitive flesh.

“Tell me how incredible I make you feel, sweeting... Scream for me. Succumb to me. Tell me how glorious my tongue feels on your clit.”

Charles squeezed more cherry juice on her pussy, lapping it up greedily like a starved man. One of his many talents was knowing exactly how to make a woman squirm beneath his touch. Her moans reverberated off of the walls of his chambers. All five of his senses were drunk on her.

As his tongue stroked sensual circles around her clit, Charles pressed two fingers into her wetness, plunging and curling them with vigor. He hummed, his low gravelly timbre vibrating her nub. Her legs quivered and shook and she tried to back away as the stimulation built in her core, but he reached a free hand wrap around her hips, pulling her closer to him. Squeezing her ass, he pleasured her intently, giving his all to hear her moan and gasp. Charles refused to part with her sweet juices, having found the fountain of life between her thighs.

Watching her naked body come undone and listening to her moans, the Duke himself began to pant, gaining intense pleasure from pleasing his woman.

“You’re mine, you hear me? Only mine. Yes, that’s it, darling. Let go, let go.” Charles’ fucked her harder with his fingers, curling them to hit that little spot he knew would drive her over.

She bucked her hips as she came with force and moaned out his name reflexively. Her fingers entangled in Charles’ hair, pushing his head even closer to her center. He refused to stop, continuing to lightly flick her clit, sending aftershocks throughout her lower body. His hand and tongue teased and caressed her until she began to relax, coming down from her high.

He felt his lover draw sweet circles on his head with her fingers, petting him appreciatively as he placed tender smooches to her swollen mound, each one making her shudder in her orgasmic glow. She loved the way he made her come.

As Charles crawled up her body, she pulled his face to hers and pressed her garnet lips to his, sharing in the taste of herself on his mouth. She placed kisses on his stubbled neck, licking around his Adam's apple. The Duke moaned in her ear and she flooded with arousal once again. His weight was deliciously heavy on top of her, pressing her into the plush bed as he worshipped her skin.

“I’m in love with you,” Charles rasped hotly against her neck. He kissed her all over, but she was distracted by the bells that began tolling loudly in her head, bringing her thoughts elsewhere…

She didn’t want to admit that she had indeed fallen for the Duke. She didn’t want to admit that she felt anything other than lust. Love hardly amounted to a lifetime of happiness. She knew that if she admitted that she indeed loved him too, there was no guarantee she would get to keep him for herself.

Charles’ lips nipping at her skin brought her back from her wandering thoughts and she finally murmured, “I think you’re only in love with the way I feel around you, Charles. You’re drunk not only on wine but on the juices that you drink from the apex of my thighs.”

His toned arms held his strong body above her as his head lifted, pausing his ministrations. Concern flitted across his brows and he asked, “Are you telling me that no feelings have found you? None of adoration, only of fleshly desire? Because I have found myself zealously in love with you.”

Pangs of longing struck her soul, but she forcefully pushed those aside and chose to question him instead with rational thoughts, her eyes not able to meet his intense stare. “How can you possibly know that? Carnal pleasures don’t necessarily equate to love, Your Grace.”

Her hands traced his virile chest, gently petting the hair that covered his toned muscles there. She needed to know if he was truthful with his words. “Are we not simply partaking in our fleshly desires?”She asked him, struggling to maintain her confidence. “For all I know, tomorrow the King will ask you to betroth a woman… and what are you to say? ‘I cannot, I love another?’ This court doesn’t care a thing about love.”

“That,” He kissed her passionately, “does not answer my question.” His hard cock pressed against her abdomen, hot and heavy. “I want you. Why won’t you believe me?” He asked this as he slid the head of his flesh between her velvet walls, extracting a moan from her delicate throat.

Trying her best to stay focused on the topic at hand, she managed to breathe out, “Because I’ve seen you charm many other ladies to your bed before, where, for all I know, you could have ‘found yourself in love’ with them, too. I am not a fool, my dear.”

“No, you aren’t. But I have been. Can you accept that?”

She made herself meet his gaze as he hovered above her, her face becoming serious as she searched for a trace of lies in his expression.

She couldn’t find any.

Without answering, one of her hands reached behind to grab his head, bringing his lips to meet her messy red ones as her other hand reached between them to massage his heavy manhood. She rubbed the tip along her opening, prolonging her teasing. Lining him up with her center, she pushed him inside of her. His cock stretched her walls ever so deliciously, an intense rush of pleasure surging throughout her body despite the small pain that his size induced.

Charles thrust into her slow and steady while she adjusted to his size. His mouth claimed her lips once more, sucking and biting them as her hands roamed his back, lightly scratching at his skin. She squeezed her muscles around him, causing Charles to let out a feral growl.

“Sinful, you are, my dear Lady. I must have died and gone to heaven. Your sweet cunt makes me feel like I’ve arrived home,” he gasped, his breaths heavy and labored.

Charles was in awe at his lover’s beauty, how unleashed she was underneath him. Her hands found Charles’ ass and she kneaded the meaty flesh beneath her fingers as he squeezed her inner thighs, pressing her legs open wider.

He ground his hips into hers as he sank further into her, his cock bottoming out, his hip bone pressing deliciously into her nub. Shockwaves ran through her clit, her back instinctively arching up to let her meet his searching lips. He took her nipples into his mouth, lightly pinching them with his teeth as she moaned loudly in his ear.

He fucked into her with a steady pace one moment, then a tortuously slow pace the next. She felt every inch of him caressing her walls, the thick ridges of his head teasing her entrance every time he slowly withdrew from her. “That’s my girl… completely taken over by the feeling of my hard cock fucking her… shall I go faster?”

“Yes! Your Grace... please.” Her moans were lusty and unleashed, a true match to Charles’ vigor.

His grin was pure evil as he slipped out of her, despite her mewling objections. Flipping her over, he pulled her to all fours as he guided his cock back to her dripping slit. Teasing her, he rubbed the head of his cock over her sensitive clit. Her knees began to buckle, but before she collapsed, Charles grabbed around her middle and pulled her back into his chest.

He entered her again, hitting her front wall which made her shudder within his grasp. Charles marveled at how perfectly the shape of her ass fit to the bend of his hips, like they were the last two puzzle pieces completing the entire work.

She chanted her pleasure, over and over again, lost in the sensation of him. He was lost in the sensation of her. With her back pressed to his sweaty front, Charles wrapped one hand around the front of her waist as the other played with her flushed breasts, pinching and tweaking her peaks.

The Duke fucked her without abandon, flesh slapping flesh aggressively as they groaned loudly, relishing in their pleasure. He once again thanked the skies for the background noise to drown them out from prying ears, though he did not care. It was as if they had made love to one another over and over for many years — almost like they had found each other again and again in multiple lifetimes.

“Wow… you feel so good… Oh yes! Charles, I… Oh, fuck…” She came with an eruption that would put Mt. Vesuvius to shame, soaking his cock and thighs with her cum.

“You’re so pretty when you let go, sweeting. God, look at you..” Feeling her body convulse underneath his touch, Charles pumped his release into her. He buried his cock deep within her slick, holding her firmly to his hips while his hand reached around her throat, pulling her head back to his shoulder. His cum spurted into her, coating her insides, giving her a warm sense of success while Charles continued to nibble on her neck.

They looked across to the mirror, admiring the lover’s embrace looking back at them. They were both completely sated but were still aroused by the image of their bodies entwined together.

Hands roamed across skin, arms embraced the other as they watched their forms. Charles’ hand was suddenly on her clit, gently twirling his fingertips around it, overstimulating her by flicking it ever so gently until her whimpers convinced him to stop. Charles pulled himself from her warmth and his fingers slid into her folds, swiping up some of their union as he brought his hand to her mouth.

“For you,” he growled. She licked the warm cum off of his fingers, letting some of it dribble down her succulent cherry-stained lips. “Fuck,” the Duke exhaled heavily. “God, woman, the things you do to me… you are simply incredible.”

A smile spread across her garnet lips, her necklace glinting and gleaming in the glow of the candlelight. “Hmm... It is my absolute honor to please you, Your Grace.”

They laid down on the plush feathered bed in the afterglow of their carnal glory, the sweat starting to cool on their skin. She wrapped her legs around his and drew lazy circles across the planes of his body with her fingertips. Soft kisses were shared and placed everywhere they both could reach.

“Have my red-stained lips bewitched you enough to make you want to ask for my hand, Your Grace? You have already proclaimed your love, and you have already taken my virtue.” Her witty banter was not lost on the Duke; he, too, could play her game.

“Your virtue was long gone before I came along, my dear. No one’s mouth waters that much when seeing a cock for the first time.” Charles smirked at her. She rolled her eyes dramatically but laughed at him anyways. “And besides, I would be marrying you for far more reasons than just your lipstick, my sweeting. I am under your spell, but it is completely organic.”

“Why go and ruin a good thing? Do you not enjoy sneaking around with me, My Lord? Are you really willing to let go of the thrill of our secret?” She prodded him, needing to know that he meant what he’d proclaimed.

“Ruin?” Charles asked incredulously, “Getting to spend every day beside you with no limitations? Showing the world that you chose me? Spending my life with you would be the furthest thing from ruin, My Lady.”

She heard his words, but her doubtful thoughts had snakes their way back in to her head. She fell silent in his arms once more. They laid like that for a while, listening to the heavy raindrops patter randomly against the windows.

“You have yet to answer my question,” Charles finally reminded her in a low tone, savoring the softness of her body against him as his rugged hands explored her skin.

She shimmied closer into him, hiding her face as she whispered, “Don’t. Don’t make me. Please don’t make me tell you that I love you, too. As soon as I admit my love for you… I won’t be able to ignore it.”

“Look at me, my sweet.” Begrudgingly, she raised her head to meet his gaze. Charles caressed her chin, rubbing his thumb gently across it as his other hand brushed the loose tendrils of hair from her glistening face. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Your Grace, we don’t know that the King will give us his blessing...” Charles cut her off, catching her lips once more with his, sending all of his emotions into the kiss, desperate to help her understand just how ardently he wanted her. He wrapped his arms around her back, holding her close, their foreheads pressed against one another.

Again he persisted, “I will deal with the King. Will you do me the honor of letting me become your husband?” He searched her eyes for a crack in her walls, begging the universe for her to let him in. “Come on,” he joked, “don’t you want me to make you scream with pleasure for the rest of our lives?”

She barely managed to bite back a smile, massaging her bottom lip with her teeth, debating on how to answer.

“Will it help if I show you something?” he asked.

Her head cocked in curiosity; she nodded, watching his muscles ripple under his skin as he turned to the table by the bed, grabbing another wrapped parcel, this time much smaller. Charles turned back and opened it for her, explaining as he went.

“I had this made with your necklace… I hoped then, and still do, that you’ll say yes to me.” Inside the parcel lay a beautiful golden gimmel ring. The two interlocking rings shone brightly, one golden band set ornately around a large red garnet, surrounded by pearls, and the other decorated with smaller garnets; a perfect match.

Upon seeing the rings, the thoughts swirling in her mind slowed and were replaced by a sense of calm. Her heart pounded, but inside, she knew— she felt in her soul that they could face anything that came before them in this life. He truly wanted her, just as she wanted him.

“You’re insatiable, you know that?” She asked him, shaking her head but accepting the larger of the two rings as Charles tenderly placed it on her finger, following by placing the other on his own. He stared her down, impatiently waiting for her answer. “Yes!” she laughed nervously.

“At last!” Charles exclaimed, his beaming smile lighting up the room. He pushed her back on the bed, attacking her lips and body with hurried kisses, unable to contain his excitement. “I hope you’ve stocked up on wine and cherries to make more of that lip varnish, my dear. There are many other places I want to see your red kisses, starting with my cock.”

* I do not own Charles Brandon, The Tudors, or anything related to it.

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